2 reviews? Come on people! That is a little pathetic and discouraging. So I've got it all planned out, this is the second to last chapter. A whole year we have had together, and now it's about to come to a close, and i was kind of wanting to know your favorite part or parts of the whole thing, so if you would R&R and tell me what you have like or loved, or even possibly hated about the whole thing.
Danny remembered the day like it was yesterday. Even though in truth it had been a year and five months ago.
They had stood in Lindsay's apartment. His heart on the floor, having bled every secret he had. A smile had appeared on her face, and he had expected everything but what came out of her mouth.
"Do you know what really happened to me in Montana?"
He stood for a moment, before shaking his head. He knew about the prom, and the loss of her friends, but beyond that he knew nothing. Though he had a feeling that there was more to that story.
"Do you think you can handle it?"
Danny started to say more, but he couldn't Lindsay was already talking again, and on the verge of tears.
"Because if you don't think that you can, then you can go ahead and leave, because this is part of the Lindsay's Monroe all inclusive."
He smiled, and moved toward her, placing a hand on her crossed arms.
"Bring it on Montana."
She smiled at him, and sat down on her couch, the leather creaking underneath her weight, and a slight hissing sound, as air left it.
He felt she wished for him to sit as well, and he placed himself there next to her.
"Well we had left the prom, like you know. And headed for this diner across the street, and hadn't been in there ten minutes, before he got there—"
Flashback:
The ringing of the bell that hung above the door echoed through the small room. As each head turned toward the man standing there.
He said nothing, and didn't seem like he had any intention to move.
"You need something?" A woman behind the counter asked, eyeing him suspiciously.
He turned toward her, and began to mumble to himself.
Once his body was facing the woman, whose nametag read, 'Pam'. Lindsay saw for the first time, what the man held in his palm.
She had seen plenty of guns before, enough to recognize what it was. But beyond that, she was at a loss for what was to happen next.
Lindsay watched him move his arm slowly until it was extended fully, aimed pointedly at the waitress. Who was moving her head back up from it's position of looking at the counter top. She watched in horror as he moved the tip of his finger pulled back the trigger.
The first shot rang out, and she heard the woman called 'Pam' scream, but only for a moment, before she was on the floor and lurching, as Lindsay assumed she was attempting to scream again.
He moved back to Lindsay and her friends. She stood to move in front of them, and he brought the gun back to eye level.
He didn't appear to be aiming at all, but she could see his tear streaked face.
After what felt like a lifetime, she finally got in front of her friends. But he didn't stop for a moment. Firing again, Lindsay felt like a train had slammed into her body, as she fell back against the table, before sliding to the floor.
Another scream came out, she assumed later that it had been her screaming, but she couldn't remember really.
One more shot was fired, and she heard someone slinking to the floor.
"Amber!"
It was Emma screaming. She had never heard such terror in her life.
Blinking slowly, she opened her eyes to see his tears drip to the floor, and his teeth gritted as he pulled again.
Her heart sunk, as she saw a green canvas slip on fall into her peripheral vision.
Aurora! She screamed in her mind, but couldn't bring her mouth to scream it.
Finally, his eyes shifted to the last one standing in the room.
Lindsay heard the pounding of footsteps, and she knew Emma was running toward him.
NO! She wished to scream. But couldn't make herself do it.
The back of her brown curly hair, bounced as she came into Lindsay's eyesight. She moved quickly, from all of her years of playing soccer. Then the final shot was fired. Lindsay swore she could hear it, split her tan skin, and rip through her tissue and embed itself within her lungs.
She fell to her knees first, then falling backward she was facing Lindsay now.
Emma blinked with the speed of an exhausted infant. Lindsay could hear wheezing coming from her. Then she closed her eyes, and the wheezing stopped.
Lindsay closed her eyes, and tried to not breathe, but it didn't really work well, with her heart racing as fast as it was.
She heard the bathroom door open, and close again with a squeak.
For a moment everything was silent, then the sound of running water came on. Before ceasing again.
The door again was opened and shut.
His shoes moved carefully, as he came closer.
His face was dripping with water, and she assumed that he had splashed his face with cool water.
A drip landed next to her, and smaller drips came to her land on her face.
Lindsay wanted to recoil, away from them. Not wanting anything that has touched that murderer to be on her being, but she knew that she couldn't risk it.
His eyes rolled over the bodies before him. Sighing, he let one more silent tear fall, and he opened the door, the bell ringing once more. Her heart stung at the sound, and he walked from the room.
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