This part makes the story a little more interesting. R&R please!

Tru ran as fast as she could down the sidewalk, repeating the address over and over. something in her conconce motivated her, kept each of her steps in unison, grace, speed, and most of all, determination. No matter how tired she was, no matter how many people she ran into, she never stopped, even for a breath. She knew she didn't have much tima at all, and the little voice inside her head kept telling her: keep going, you have to keep going, you have to save him. all she thought about was Simon's life, and what he would become, and everything society would gain from his living. Nothing could stop her. Not even a gun.

She finally arrived at the Gentrys' home, and frantically knocked on the door. A woman a little older then Tru answered the door. She had short, blonde hair, and glasses.

"Hello," she said. "Who are you?"

"I'm Tru," she said, trying to catch her breath between sentences. "I really need to see Simon," she said. "Now."

"I don't know of anyone named Tru," said the woman. "So Simon probably doesn't, either."

"Please, ma'am, I'm trying to save his life!"

"From what?"

"You wouldn't believe me." Suddenly, Tru shoved the woman out of the way, and ran through the house, calling for Simon.

"He's by the pool!" said a teenage boy's voice from upstairs.

"Tru ran desperaley around the house, looking for the pool before it was too late.

She came to a door, with windows all over it, so that you could see through it. she saw the pool, and saw Simon, and yelled for him.

"Simon!" she screamed. He turned around quickly, and just as fast, Tru heard a scream, and a splash. she ran to Simon as fast as she could, and pulled him out of the water. She checked for his pulse. Nothing. He was gone. Gone forever.

'I need to get out of here quick, before they think I drowned him.' she thought. Even though she knew it was her fault. She surprised him, and he fell. He fell to his death. She knew it. She would know it for the rest of her life.

Tru walked back home, saddened by the death of the boy. The only thing she could think about was that it was her fault. She kept telling herself, 'He would have died anyway, whether I was there or not. It's not my fault!' And another voice in her head protested, and told her, 'Of course it's your fault, you caused him to die. If you hadn't have called him, he might have been able to live. There were many other ways to save him, and you chose the wrong one. The one that would let him fall, and gasp for air, without knowing he was in water. You might as well have drowned him.' The voice just wouldn't give up, and Tru did everything she could to stop it. 'It's not my fault, it's not my fault, it's not my fault,' she kept telling herself. But no matter what, the voice always interrupted, saddening her more and more. ' You did it, you killed him.'

Tru decided to take a nap when she got home, just to clear her head from all these voices. She layed down on the couch, trying to think of something else. She soon drifted off to sleep, and dreamed a familliar dream.

Dream Sequence

Tru was in the hospital waiting room, waiting for a dear friend to give birth to her first child. When she finally gave birth, Tru could enter the hospital room.

The baby was so small and helpless, and crying, wich is natural for a newborn. After the mother was done holding her baby, the nurse did everything that she was supposed to do, and finally layed it in the nursery.

Tru and her friend talked for awhile, talking about plans for the baby, plans for herself, and most of all, how much she loved him.

Suddenly, Harrison came in, of course, his hands over his eyes. "Someone took the baby!"

Both of their faces got hot. "What do you mean, 'someone took the baby?'" Tru asked, confused.

"He's not in the nursery."

"Oh my god," said Tru's friend. She started breaathing heavily.

Tru and Harrison ran to the nurse. "Do you know where the baby is?" Tru asked.

"He should be in the nursery."

"He's not there."

"Oh my," said the nurse. She walked over to the secretary. "Lock up the hospital, a baby's been stolen."

end dream sequence

Tru woke up suddenly. "Why did I remember that?" She asked to nobody in particular. Suddenly, she knew. Simon, the boy who was dead at the time, was her best friend's baby...

Oooh, what's Tru gonna do now? hehe. R&R! please and thank you!