I am a ghost in the shadows. I hear the whispering secrets that have roamed these hallways. Who am I? What's my story? Well I'm one of the few survivors from my school shootings. At least from what I can remember. I was in the library when it all happened. First few seconds it was so quiet, then you can hear the shots. BAM BAM BAM The librarian's head shot up at the double doors. We all heard the screams and shouts. Might I even say I heard the bullets clink on the ground. I knew what was going to happen or at least had a feeling about it. They barricaded the doors hoping that would solve the solution of keeping whomever was behind the gun. I didn't feel anything except for the adrenaline rush, making my heart race. Just as the doors burst open I was blinded by a very bright light. Something was shaking me gently. I opened my eyes to see Moira my mother's maid. "Having those nightmares again, deary?" She asked worry laced with her voice. I nodded my head sadly. "I'll be okay,Moira. Thank you for waking me." She nodded and let my room to start on breakfast. I got up showered and got dressed. Just as I went to walk out of my room my music started playing. Heart-Shaped box by Nirvana was playing. I recognized the song but couldn't remember where. That splitting headache was coming back, so I hurried downstairs to take my medicine. Moira smiled brightly at me as I took my medicine and sat down to eat. "So do you still not remember anything about your high school life?" She had that look of hope in her eyes that I felt really terrible for not remembering. "Sorry. I just can't. Every time I try to I still get these splitting headaches." She nodded and patted my shoulder in understanding. Then she disappeared to do chores. She told me what she was and was surprised by my reaction. I had told her that she was nothing but nice to me that's why I reacted so positive and did care for what she was. Something had caught my eye. It was blonde and looked soft to the touch. I wanted to touch it. I moved from the table and went to the direction it went to. It looked so familiar to me, I remembered it being slick back and a skull face. I then bumped into something very hard. I lost my balance but was saved by a pair of strong arms. "Are you okay?" The voice sounding so very familiar yet nothing connected in my head. I looked up to see the same blonde hair from the dining table. He seemed to recognize me because his eyes widened a bit. "Scarlett?" I tilted my head a bit in confusion as did he, only not tilting his head. "Do I know you?" He looked to the ground like he was ashamed about something. "Why are you crying?" I asked confusion laced my voice as I lifted his face to look at me. "You...don't r-remember?" When I shook my head no he cried even more. Making me panic then he disappeared. So he's a spirit like Moira. I wonder why she never mentioned him to me. I walked around the house to find her enjoying the nice cool air. "Moira who is the blonde spirit and what's his story?" I asked her. She slowly turned her head to me. "Did you not recognized him? He was an old classmate of yours. His name is Tate Langdon, he shot up your high school. Then got shot and killed by the SWAT team at his house. Well this house anyway." she explained and motioned to the house that I was living in now. "How long ago was that?" "Ten years my dear." Then everything went dark. Another black out, damn. Happens every time I'm starting to get some form of memories back. Only this time instead of a few there are the whole lot of them.