Chapter 1

You never know when your last day on Earth may be. We all take each day for granted, following the same routine as the day before. Either we wake up, take an shower, brush our teeth , do our make up and run out the door , barely making it on time for the hell place we call work or you're like me who takes all the time in the morning not caring how late you are for your classes. You in your head believe that nothing starts until you're in the room. I was the head cheerleader, as you might assume. My family adored me and would do anything I asked them too. My life was perfect. But maybe that's why I died at such a young age. I was an heartless bitch who only cared about myself, my actions lead to hurting the wrong person leading to my tragic fate: death.

Maybe I should clear some things up first. As of right now you are reading my story. The story of Chloe Stapleton. You my friend are one lucky person to be reading this. It's unexplainable yes , but completely true . I hope I haven't scared you away yet since I haven't gotten to the good part yet. Now back to my story:

I remember how I died perfectly. But then again, who wouldn't ? I mean its the last thing you see before you die and that moment plays over and over many times in the afterlife. I remember the fear growing inside of me after that kid ran into the library. It was a couple minutes right after the entire library heard gunshots coming from the hallway. The kid ran in, and with no word he grabbed a chair and a cart of books pushing them against the door.
"There's some kid shooting at everyone in the school!"
The teacher on post at the library then examined him up and down noticing the blood on his hands.
"Where you hit? Are you okay? Do you need help?"
The kid then looked down at his hand and saw the line of blood dripping off.
"That's not my blood, I...I.. don't know man. I was right next to Mike Venca , the guy shot him right in the scull".
He looked like he was about to cry.
"Who's doing this?" One shouted
"I.. I don't know"
"We have to get the hell out of here!" Kyle the quarterback of the football team and my boyfriend at the time screamed .
But then the gun shots came closer towards the library. Everyone then scrambled and took hidden spots. The doorknob of the library's entrance was beginning to turn and the Killer was now trying to get in.
"Lock the door" we screamed to the gothic girl closed to the door. She just stared back terrified unable to move. The teacher in the room ran to the door and locked the knob. The door then stopped moving and we all then began to believe we were safe. Then a gun shot went off and he teacher fell to the floor and the killer entered the room. One. By. One. He killed each and everyone in there. The gothic girl , the tough guy , the book nerd... Soon it was just Kyle and I left .

Kyle and I were next to each other underneath the table. The entire time we watched each and one of our fellow peers be murdered. Kyle took the arm that was over my shoulder , comforting me, away and slowly moved from out of the table .
"Don't worry, you'll be safe" was the last thing he said to me. As he got out from underneath the table, he screamed to the murderer "hey that's enough". The murder turned around and instantly shot him. His body flew through the air and landed on the hard wooden floor of the library , slowly blood began to spill out of Kyle's body. I couldn't help but to screamed, I mean I just witnessed my boy friend being murdered.

The killer heard my screamed and slowly walked over to where I was hiding. I was the last one in the room alive. When he finally reached the table I was beneath, he just stood there for a few seconds and then lifted the table up in the air , exposing my hiding spot. I lifted my head up to make eye contact with the person who was about to take my life away and then I saw... It was Tate. Tate was standing there broken, pointing a gun at me. The only thing I could say was "please don't". Tate thought about sparring my life but he didn't. I was so terrified I pissed my pants, making me seem so weak, because in reality I was. Tate in disgust shot me in the center of my forehead and that was it. That is how I died.

I never got to say goodbye to my family, I never got to get married or having children. My life ended right there. Now the way I see it is if I wasn't so heartless, and if I wasn't such a major bitch and thought about others feelings that I would still be alive .

I broke Tate's heart. I turned him into a monster. He was such a sweet boy, but I changed him.

You may ask why I am telling you all of this and maybe it's cause you're the first person I've talked to since I died, maybe it's cause I want you to know the real Tate , or to give you a fair warning of life, but it's mostly because I'm sick of everyone thinking I was so innocent when I wasn't.