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Her mind was made up. And when Jane Lane decides she wants something, she gets it. She gripped the gun firmly in her right hand and stalked the halls of her home. Daria was leaving for college while she stayed to rot in Lawndale alone for six months. Six months without her friend. Her Best friend. She smiled to herself; this was not an act of anger. It was one of passion; she was doing it for them. Her new sidearm grew heavy. Shooting Daria would cement a point. The sight of Trent turning a corner took her from her thoughts. She hastily moved the gun behind her back as he stepped out of his bedroom into the hall. He seemed barely awake as usual. Jane kept her back to the wall as he ventured onward. There really was nothing to gain from explaining it to him, much less having him aware of her intention. No, he might do something foolish like warn Daria. He might even try something more fool hearty; try to stop her. It would be a shame if she had to waste rounds on her brother, she barely had enough for her friend as it was. Her hand started to shake. This was not an act of anger. This was about reminding Daria what she was walking away from. This was about reminding her exactly what their friendship meant to Jane. This was about letting Daria know how she felt about being left behind. Jane crept into her bedroom, Daria was admiring a half done painting on her easel. Jane slowly closed the door and her smile turned into a grin. The brunette was unaware of the vengeful presence in the room. Jane carefully stepped up to the young woman and raised her right hand. Her grip tightened on the gun in her hand. She waited. The point of no return had come and gone. She wondered where she should shoot first. Her grin twisted into a more sinister form, shooting someone with their back turned would not be very satisfying. Daria needed to see it; she needed to be made aware of the inevitable. She took hold of herself and addressed her dear friend.

"So…you leave for Boston tomorrow…"

Daria spoke in an all too familiar voice.

"Yeah… I can't believe it either. I'm kind of nervous about it now."

Jane enjoyed the words. Were they from regret? Would Daria truly understand why Jane was going to shoot her? In the moment it mattered the most, would Daria truly comprehend why it was happening? Her hand shook again. It was up for discussion if this was really the right way to go about it.

No. Her grip tightened. She focused her aim. When she turned around, Daria would get the opening round in the shoulder. Her guest's voice came as a shock.

"No what?"

Jane didn't realize she said anything. Daria turned to face her and froze. Jane's hand stopped shaking. She felt serene. Daria's face was just so perfect. Jane decided that she would paint the scene the next chance she got. She looked right at Daria, who was focused on the thing in her hand. Jane slowly raised her left hand to help steady the gun.

She fired.

She fired again.

Before she knew it, her ammo was spent. Justice was served, and nothing would take that away from her. Jane grinned; she did actually feel a little better. Sure she would miss these little things, but there would be other moments. She looked down at Daria who had fell onto Jane's bed and attempted to shield herself with her arms and a pillow. It did very little to protect her really. The first shot grazed the left side of Daria's head. The rest went into the unprotected torso and legs.

Jane dropped the squirt gun on the floor as Daria sat up. She sat next to her friend and hugged her. Daria was still in shock from the experience, but soon returned the gesture.

"Jane…I promise I'll keep in touch."

Jane let go of Daria.

"I know you will. Now come on and treat your best friend to pizza!"