The gunshot rings in my ears and I bury my face in my hands, crying silently.

She's gone, and it won't get through to me.

Chloe, my childhood friend, who I had just spent the best week of my life with. The girl that had been by my side throughout the most confusing and scary week of my life. The girl that had sacrificed her life to safe Arcadia Bay. To save everyone.

My heart aches, as I think about the time we got to spend this week. When I think about Joyce and David, the pain becomes unbearable. I can still hear David's sobbing in the dark room when I told him that she had died. His face had just been… I press my nails into my palms as I sit there, mourning my dead best friend and wondering just how long it will take before someone finds her.

The door is thrown open and someone steps in. "Oh god… Chloe?" It's David. Oh god no. I let out a quiet sob but it's muffled by Nathan yelling franticly.

"I swear I did not want this to happen, please! I didn't want to kill her- Oh god I'm so sorry."

He lets out a groan as he's presumably thrown onto the ground, and I hear the metallic sounds that must be handcuffs that are secured around his wrists.

It takes a while before David takes out his walkie-talkie and he needs a few moments before he speaks. "I need assistance on campus, in the female bathroom, there's been- she's I mean someone er there's a… someone's dead… yes… a student shot her... yes of course… send an ambulance and police, and tell them to hurry." David stops speaking but lets out a sob.

Nathan continues whimpering about how he's sorry and that he didn't want to kill her. David tells him to shut up. If David wasn't an authority figure, I bet he would have beaten the shit out of Nathan. I would want nothing more than to do nothing but that, but then I'm reminded by the voice mail that he had left while I was in the dark room. I had believed him. That everyone had used him, and that he didn't mean for anything to happen to those girls. I believed him… But right now I'm too angry about my loss to worry whether I forgive Nathan or not.

"Oh Chloe… Please god… Oh Joyce…" I hear David whisper. Joyce, she can't take this… First William, and now Chloe? I let out a loud sob as I the weight what I really have just done crushes me. "Hello?" David calls out and I hear him walk towards where I'm sitting. "Max?"

I can't look at him. It's my fault she's dead.

"Max?" he repeats.

"David… I'm so, so sorry," I cry out.

He crouches and tells me that it's not my fault and he puts an arm around my shoulders. After a few moments, the door flies open again and David rises. It must be the police.

I hear David trying to keep his voice from cracking to explain what happened. Someone, whose voice I recognize as officer Berry's, asks some more questions. Nathan hasn't stopped talking, but it has turned into inaudible babbling mixed with sobs. There is a lot of noise outside of the bathroom. I imagine a student shooting someone does bring quite the commotion. I hear David say my name and someone walking towards me. It's an officer I don't know.

"Max?" he asks.

I nod, but I'm still looking in front of me.

He crouches and tells me that I have to sit here a little longer and that they're taking away Nathan now. They're probably moving Chloe too so I can't see her body. The tears haven't stopped, and I don't think that they will in the nearby future.

I hear someone giving instructions and I hear someone being moved. Based on the sobs, it's probably Nathan. I hear shouting when the door opens. It opens again, and I hear something on wheels. They must be moving her now…. After a few seconds, the officer tells me that I can go outside now, but that the police wants to interrogate me since I'm an eye witness. I really don't want to do that right now, but knowing that I have to, I nod. He gives me an arm to support me, and I hold on to it. For the first time, I step from behind the stalls. A blood stain on the floor indicates where she laid and I start to sob again.

David's not in here anymore, so I figure that he went along with Chloe. How is he ever going to bring this to Joyce… My eyes start to sting again and I bite back the tears, knowing that I have to go out. The door opens, and there's so much noise… I don't want to look up, knowing that Jefferson will probably be here too, and I can't handle that right now.

I hear a lot of my classmates call my name, but I don't look up. I just follow the officer until we are stopped by someone.

"Where are you taking her?" it's principal Wells.

"We have to take her to question her. She's a witness," the officer explains.

Principal Wells scoffs. "You can't take her right now, she's in no shape to answer questions! She witnessed a murder done by a fellow student!"

The officer pauses for a while. "We'll make sure it won't take long, and I guess we can do it here on campus if we get your permission."

I feel a hand on my shoulder . "Of course. Hold on Max."

The officer takes me to an empty class room where another officer gets me some water. They start questioning me, but I'm not paying attention. Why were you there, do you know Nathan… I answer their questions, albeit very absent mindedly. I'm not an interesting witness anyways, as I didn't see anything. As a result, the questioning is short and they inform me that it's possible that I will be questioned again in the future, but that the chance is small since they've already captured the murderer. They open the door again, and the first person I see is Warren.

He stands up quickly as I enter the hallway. He looks at me sadly, unsure what to say. "Do you want a hug?"

I nod numbly and fall into his open arms. I start to sob again and he just holds me, which is all that he needs to do right now. I feel another person put their hand on my shoulder. It's Kate. I turn to her and she hugs me as well. They take me to my dorm, and when I'm in my room, they don't leave. I don't think they'll blame Warren for being here. I sit down on my bed and Kate sits down next to me, putting an arm over my shoulder. Warren sits on my couch, and they don't say anything. Then I realize that they probably don't know how I know Chloe and why I'm so devastated. They've both probably never even saw her.

So after I finish crying, I start to talk. I just want my friends to know that Chloe wasn't some random punk girl that was killed by Nathan Prescott. I want them to know something about the real Chloe. I tell them how she and I were childhood best friends, the amazing things we used to do, how she was like a sister to me, and how I wished that I had visited her when I had first come back to Arcadia Bay. How that should have been the first thing I had done. I'm angry at myself. Chloe probably died wondering where I was, left by me, left by Rachel. Asking herself if anyone really cared about her.

Warren and Kate listen as I talk, and they don't interrupt when I start being mad at myself for being such a horrible friend. I'm grateful for that, since I probably wouldn't have listened to them anyway if they'd try to tell me otherwise.

But that's not the only reason I'm mad at myself. Every bad thing that has happened keeps on going through my head and I know that it was all my fault. This whole week was my fault.

When I'm done raging at myself, I hear a knock on my door. Kate goes to open it, and it's Dana, Juliet, Alyssa and Brooke. They all give me a hug and tell me they are so sorry that I have to go through this. I don't tell them about Chloe, but I do thank them for coming to visit me. Dana hands me some brownies, telling me that I need them more then she does. They don't stay for very long, but they don't have to. I almost smile when I realize that these people care about me, even without me helping them or telling them what they want to hear.

Kate tries to feed me some soup, but I tell her multiple times that I'm not hungry, and that my stomach is protesting. Then Warren tries too, to no avail. They both seem pretty worried, so I take 3 small sips, which seems to make them slightly happier. When it's getting dark outside, Kate asks if I want to sleep. I tell her that I'm probably not going to be able to, but I do feel weary and worn out so eventually I accept.

Warren stands up. "I have to go back to my dorm… If you need anything, I'll set my phone on the loudest noise so please call me if you need to… okay?"

I nod. "Thank you Warren."

He gives me one last hug and a worried look when he leaves.

"I'll go get my sleeping gear and sleep here," Kate tells me.

"Kate, you don't have to…" I say, but I actually wouldn't mind someone staying with me through what's probably going to be one of the worst nights of my life.

"I want to. If that's okay with you?" she asks.

I nod. "Yes, thank you."

She smiles. "No problem Max."

After a few minutes we're both in bed, well, Kate's lying on my couch and I think about Chloe, about the past week. So many emotions fight inside of me to get the upper hand, and it makes me mad. I fucked up so many things this week… After a while, the weight of this whole week drags me down into a troubled sleep.

I feel rain pouring down onto me as I realize that I'm back on the roof.

"It's all your fault Max," says Kate as she jumps.

"No!" I scream and I reach out to her, but she's already dead, laying on the ground in a large, red bloodstain.

Kate stands next to me back again. "Max, if you hadn't come back everything would have been fine." She looks down and jumps again.

"Kate… No…" I yell but it's to no avail.

"You never cared about me, did you? You're a horrible friend Max."

"That's not true.. Please…" I cry out.

Kate jumps again, and again, and the bloodstain on the concrete just gets bigger and bigger.

A flash of light makes me close my eyes, and I want to cover them but I can't since my hands are stuck. I look down and I see that they are tied up with duct tape. I look around and I see that I'm back in the dark room.

Fear fills me and I panic. No… Oh god I have to get out of here…

A flash blinds me briefly. "Max, please, could you smile? Do it for your friend, I'm sure she'd smile, if she could." Jefferson.

I look next to me and I see Chloe. There's a hole in her head. I jerk myself away from her.

"Max! Lay still! Look at Chloe, she's really good at it…"

Another flash and I notice that I can't breathe properly. I try to open my eyes but they're already open. It's so dark, I can't see anything.

"Max…" I move my head and I see that it's Victoria, and she's lying partly under me. I look around and were in such a small space… I hear something close to us, like sand falling…

Nausea washes over me as I realize what's happening. Jefferson is burying us alive.

I wake again, and it looks like I'm back in my bedroom. I almost sigh in relief when I notice Kate standing next to me. "You should have let me jump Max."

"I'm so over your hipster bullshit," Victoria says as she appears next to Kate. "Max you're such a fucking child! Go fuck your selfie."

"Let's play in my dark room Max…" Jefferson appears next to them.

"Max please, don't kill us! Don't kill me…" Warren says. They all start to reach out to me, repeating what they said over and over. I try to crawl back in my bed but when my back hits the wall I cover my eyes with my hands and scream as loud as I can.

Tears are rolling down my cheeks as I look up. I'm not in my bedroom anymore. When will this nightmare end? I look up and I see Chloe stand in front of me. She's facing the other way.

"We both know that you never wanted me to live in the first place." She looks over her shoulder.

"Chloe that's not true I-"

"Please, spare me of your stupid excuses to make yourself feel better. I wasn't important enough. You're probably glad I'm dead… Anyways, guess you got your punishment. I mean, you'll have to live with what you've done your whole life now, with everything that you did this week. It's all your fault and you know it… You ruined people's life. You did horrible things. You should be ashamed of yourself. You fucked up Max."

I open my eyes and my face is still stained with tears.

"Max?" I see Kate stand beside me and she reaches out to me.

"No!" I yell and I crawl back. I can't do this anymore.

"Max please, it's okay, you just had a nightmare…"

I won't listen to her. I don't need another person telling me how bad I fucked shit up.

"No… leave me alone…"

"Max please you're freaking me out… It was just a dream…" she carefully sits down next to me and I let her put an arm around my shoulders.

I'm awake. The nightmare is over for now.

I sit up and clutch my knees as I cry.

AN: So, this was the first chapter! I'm thinking of writing and posting more, but I wanted to see if there was any interest in a story about what happens to Max after she sacrifices Chloe. I imagine that fucks a person up good. Anyways, if you have questions about this or about my opinion of the game or choices I made, please PM me or ask in a review. Speaking of those, they are much appreciated.