I keep telling myself it wasn't real, that it was just an ugly nightmare. But it was the ugly truth instead. Not even Kurt's obnoxious radio is doing any good from keeping me distracted. I've always pictured death in my head, but seeing it in reality, it just does something to a person. Kurt turned off the song and slowly pulled into the school parking lot, not wanting me to skateboard for a while, in case I had gotten any ideas.

I was silent as I sat uncomfortably.

"I already told you, we cant let this tragic event eat us alive. It happened and its over. Okay Rachel?"

I didn't reply, just the same emotionless expression as I sat still under confusion over something. Might as well give up. I've been scarred for life. But there is the one question that has been eating me alive. Swallowing my salvia instantly got harder as I took a deep breath and blurted, "He was there."

Kurt opened his door then slammed it shut.

"Who, exactly?" He asked as my lip began to tremble as his image appeared in my mind.

"Finn. He was there, then when the girl was killed…he was gone."

Kurt closed his eyes and slouched back into his chair.

"Wait, let me get this straight. You think…Finn did this?"

"Well what else am I supposed to think! He looked mischievous as hell and you expect me to ignore that?"

Now we were both desperately confused. I think I was on the verge of tears as I felt desperate, or crazy to think all of this. It didn't feel like reality at all. Kurt opened her door with what was a mixture of rage and determination.

"Finn didn't kill anyone and we are forgetting this conversation ever happened! Get your ass out of the car because you have some problems of you own to fix from when you left off from here!"

I didn't bother to argue and did what he demanded. We walked towards the building when I spotted his mustang in the first lot. It sent chills down my spine at the thought of him being a cold blooded murderer. I still think about him all the time though. And I bet he does too. I've been dying to speak to him since our little dispute, but what are you supposed to say when you apologize for making a complete ass of someone, without messing up.

Too many wounds here, so many left to heal. But Finn is the biggest scar I've yet attempt to fix. And now, I'm more determined than ever.

...

Nothing has changed. People still hate me and give me dirty looks. Thing is, I don't even care anymore. With this whole "Could Finn be a killer?" idea on my mind, I have more important things to worry about. Just as he came into sight, its as if the guiltiness disappeared as I glanced at his innocence. His olive skinned hand brushing through his bronze hair as he shuffles around with his textbooks.

I take in a breath and give my best smile while I walk up to him confidently.

"Hey Finn."

He gave me a quizzical look and sheepishly smiled. I did change a but from our last encounter. Less depressing clothes and personality, flats, no skateboard.

"What do you have against me this time?' It sickens me knowing that he thinks I'm going to attack him at any second. Like I'm some deranged monster. I connected my hands in front of me and rocked on my heels.

"This time, nothing." I didn't necessarily lie but not saying the truth either. He shot me a smile I would have regularly have gotten if we were still together. He shut his locker and leaned against it.

"Then what's going through your mind, Berry?"

"I've decided to bury the hatchet between us a-and.."

I couldn't quite get it out. He smirked, anticipating what I was going to say.

"I miss you." Probably the only part of the truth that I confessed. What worried me, is that he didn't reply, instead he shifted in place which made me explain further.

"We were really close once, and I want to get that back."

It's as if he was a lie detector and scanned me from head to toe, before gazing into my eyes. Was he expecting a confession or something, so I decided to continue.

"Not necessarily dating, but even friends is a good sta-"

I was cut off by Finn, crushing me to death with his memorable hugs. I wrapped my arms around his neck as it lasted for a couple of seconds. He seemed overjoyed when he looked down at me.

"What got into you?"

"The confidence of success. People may hate me, but I honestly don't give a damn. Kurt made me wear more positive apparel to make sure I don't fall into some deep depression, especially after watching that girl-get-killed."

This caused him to lose his smile and look at me curiously.

"Yeah, I heard about that. At Libney State Park. I wondered what happened."

A smirk forced itself onto his face as a knot grew in my stomach.

"Wouldn't you like to know?

His smirk faded into a mischievous smile but to the point to where he probably realized I figured out his presence was indeed noticed at that local gathering.

"I have to go." He spoke as he walked backwards, beginning to trail off. I nodded as he disappeared down the halls. Things either took a turn for the better or the worse, or I just signed myself up for disaster.

...

The whole Criminal Justice class stood in a circular position as we surrounded dummies that had targets in various locations. Finn stood across from me with a smirk as he examined the equipment. A mix of knifes and other interesting weapons. An ache began in my temple and my heart rate increased, for I was finally going to discover the truth. Mrs. Sylvester entered the middle of the room and spoke extremely loud and clear.

"I'm taking a turn with today's assignment. We are all very aware of the occurrence at our state park, here in Libney. And we must know how to defend our selves if we ever encounter situations like that. So this week is all about self defense. I've set up dummies that will go off at certain times and you get to choose one weapon to use in this course."

Was I the only one that thought this lesson was insane! Shouldn't be surprised though. She once used actual student in an experiment including poisonous gases.

"Any volunteers for the first to end their lives?"

My heart stopped as Finn stepped forward. He was just asking to be revealed wasn't he?

"Frankenteen. Come on up!"

She patted the dummy's shoulder and he headed towards the weapons.

"Oooh. Already a pro, are we?"

He snatched a switchblade and headed towards the middle of the room.

"Those are fake props, right?" I asked, with all eyes on me. Mrs. Sylvester's eyes rolled from side to side.

"Sure."

Oh my god, someone's going to die.

"Now, I'm going to turn on the course and you will try your best to defend yourself with physical interaction and violence if you must."

What the hell! This is ho I can tell which teachers are on meds and which are just down right psychotic. Does she want us to grow up being assassins?

She started the simulator and one after the other, Finn began crushing them to death. He got the first one out by punching it, square in the gut then kicked another one across the room. He sent the knife flying into one of the dummy's chest then pulled it out, sucker punching in the face. The last one seemed like a piece of cake to him. He dug the knife deep into its leathered layers then body slammed it to the floor.

The obstacles were completed and my soul dropped within me as I glared at him. Applause swarmed the room as I slowly began to clap. He bowed then picked the student next to me go next, he soon filled the vacant spot, making the blood in my veins boil. He leaned in close to me as the routine of the simulator repeated.

"You will love me till I make your heart bleed." He whispered.

Dead, inside as my body was on shut down. Remembering the broken heart that was carved into that innocent girls chest at the park. I'm no longer safe. Instead of trying to defend my self from my thoughts. I'm praying someone wont do that job for me. And apparently, Finn's glad to step in at any time.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter! The story is taking a turn here, couldnt stay the same now could it. :) Soon we find out Finn's true instincts and whats the reason behind them. For now hope you enjoyed. Please Comment!