Disclaimer: You know the drill I don't own a single damn thing

Mr. Tom Lynch on the other hand does.

Summary: Post shooting

A/N: Ashley's point of view

Aftershock

There is a ringing in my ears, my eyes are starting to fail me, try as I may they will not stay open. I feel my eyes burning and I realize that I'm crying, there is a heat erupting from my face but a chill is going up and down my spine.

I stumble and rest on a tree for support, but my knees fail me and I meet a cold Earth. Desperately searching the crowd for her, my vision slipping in and out. I swear I can hear her voice calling me but she is nowhere to be found.

I start feeling even colder as I realize a small pool of my blood is poured onto the pavement. I have long since stopped moving and my limbs continue feeling numb. I know its night but it seems so much darker than it should.

The sounds of everyone yelling and screaming are decreasing in volume and I know this isn't a good sign, how could this possibly be a good sign. I really feel sleepy, I feel myself slowly drifting off into what most likely be an eternal slumber.

I wish I told her I love her, I wish I hadn't been so stupid to give her any doubts in what I thought was a strong relationship. But most of all I wish I had proposed like I had planned, it would have been done on the beach after the Prom but not anymore.

With what is believed to be my last breath I simply exhale I love you Spencer, and everything goes black. On the inside of my eyelids plays a movie, I guess they were right when they said your life flashes before your eyes. It starts with the first day I met Spencer and I soon realize that most if not all my happiest times were with her. How could I leave her with out an apology?

I suddenly see a bright light, her voice calls out to me but I know it cant be her. I turn in the opposite direction and I'm met with sheer darkness yet again. I feel like the top half of my body is being lifted, with the very last ounce of strength I can muster I open my eyes.

It's her, even though I can tell she has been crying all those beautiful features that I have come to know and love show brightly. She always did have the face of an angel. My eye lids feeling like curtains of iron fall again to my dismay, she must have seen me open my because she immediately called for help.

I obviously was placed in an ambulance, I overheard the EMT say softly that I wouldn't make it. I took a second and thought yes I will, not for me but because Spencer needs me here. I know I'll pull it through, and with that final thought I black out.

A/N I was tired with everyone "shooting" Spencer so I decided to "shoot" Ashley instead