"You're not serious, are you?"
Marissa said, frantically.
The room was spinning, twirling to her, and she was dizzier than ever.
She thought about it for a second then picked up the gun.
She shook it.
Then she put it back into the box.
Examining it, she said,
"I can't. Oh God, I don't feel so well."
Oliver stared at her with wide eyes.
The cream walls were spinning.
Twirling.
She felt a pain.
A numbness in her left side.
She stood, wobbly, and then felt her legs collapsed beneath her.
Marissa Cooper laid on the floor, passed out, for hours, until a maid came, and saw the horrific site, immediately calling the head office and the police.
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The sun had set an hour previous, and the tide had come in for the night.
But Sandy Cohen and Ryan were still driving back towards Newport.
Silence.
No one spoke.
Not one.
Ryan tried start a conversation many times, but all times he was shut down by the man driving the vehicle.
Ryan had never seen Sandy this way.
So quiet. So vulnerable.
So weak.
Soon they were pulling up to the house, and Ryan stepped out of the car, as did the driver.
Kirsten awaited them at the door, in her robe, still with that horrible look strewn across her face.
Reddened with thousands of teardrops.
Sandy got up to the door to say hello, and was embraced by Kirsten as soon as he was within arms reach.
She sobbed tremendously.
"Oh Sandy."
He hushed her and brought her inside the house.
He sat her down, and Ryan followed them into the sitting room.
He tried to calm her, but she wouldn't stop.
"It's so horrible." she exclaimed.
"Marissa's gone into relapse."
Sandy looked shocked.
Ryan gasped then immediately interjected.
"Wait a minute. What's wrong with Marissa?" Ryan almost burst into tears.
He still cared about her.
Even though he left.
If only she knew that.
The two Cohen's looked up with heavy hearts.
Sandy decided to break the fall.
Ryan's head was spinning.
He felt weak, and weak in the heart. He looked around, and short breaths came out of his dry and raspy mouth.
He was afraid.
This boy would throw his fists any time he had the chance, and take on the toughest guy in the school, but now he was afraid.
Very afraid.
He knew he had something horrible to do with it.
Something horrible to do with Marissa.
He was shaking.
"Ryan," Sandy started.
Ryan was shaking more so than before, he felt his heart shake. His brain stop.
"After you left Marissa, well she became rather depressed."
Ryan shook his head, he was getting hit hard.
"She started using substances, again. And she went to a hotel…"
Ryan cut in.
"With who?" he exclaimed.
"Oliver."
"What? That son of a…"
Sandy cut him off.
"Listen Ryan. Just listen."
Sandy had a rather harsh tone to his voice at this point.
" She used some substances, and took some drugs. She passed out and hit herself real hard, causing a severe concussion…"
Ryan's head was spinning, he felt strange.
"And it was too much for her body, she just shut down. She's been fighting it, but she's been slipping in and out of a coma."
Dear God.
What had he caused?
Ryan felt his head and heart throbbing, he had to grab his knees, nearly toppling over if Sandy and Kirsten hadn't of caught him.
"Oh My God. What?"
Ryan burst into tears.
He just could not handle it.
It was all too much.
Kirsten laid an arm around his shoulders, and cried as well.
Ryan just sat there, head in hands, and sobbed.
Probably for the first time since he was a child.
He needed to see her.
He needed to feel her.
He needed her to know something.
He needed her to understand.
He needed her to know what he was going to do next.
He just needed her.
Ryan was so overwhelmed, that's all he remembered feeling, then everything going black.
Marissa said, frantically.
The room was spinning, twirling to her, and she was dizzier than ever.
She thought about it for a second then picked up the gun.
She shook it.
Then she put it back into the box.
Examining it, she said,
"I can't. Oh God, I don't feel so well."
Oliver stared at her with wide eyes.
The cream walls were spinning.
Twirling.
She felt a pain.
A numbness in her left side.
She stood, wobbly, and then felt her legs collapsed beneath her.
Marissa Cooper laid on the floor, passed out, for hours, until a maid came, and saw the horrific site, immediately calling the head office and the police.
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The sun had set an hour previous, and the tide had come in for the night.
But Sandy Cohen and Ryan were still driving back towards Newport.
Silence.
No one spoke.
Not one.
Ryan tried start a conversation many times, but all times he was shut down by the man driving the vehicle.
Ryan had never seen Sandy this way.
So quiet. So vulnerable.
So weak.
Soon they were pulling up to the house, and Ryan stepped out of the car, as did the driver.
Kirsten awaited them at the door, in her robe, still with that horrible look strewn across her face.
Reddened with thousands of teardrops.
Sandy got up to the door to say hello, and was embraced by Kirsten as soon as he was within arms reach.
She sobbed tremendously.
"Oh Sandy."
He hushed her and brought her inside the house.
He sat her down, and Ryan followed them into the sitting room.
He tried to calm her, but she wouldn't stop.
"It's so horrible." she exclaimed.
"Marissa's gone into relapse."
Sandy looked shocked.
Ryan gasped then immediately interjected.
"Wait a minute. What's wrong with Marissa?" Ryan almost burst into tears.
He still cared about her.
Even though he left.
If only she knew that.
The two Cohen's looked up with heavy hearts.
Sandy decided to break the fall.
Ryan's head was spinning.
He felt weak, and weak in the heart. He looked around, and short breaths came out of his dry and raspy mouth.
He was afraid.
This boy would throw his fists any time he had the chance, and take on the toughest guy in the school, but now he was afraid.
Very afraid.
He knew he had something horrible to do with it.
Something horrible to do with Marissa.
He was shaking.
"Ryan," Sandy started.
Ryan was shaking more so than before, he felt his heart shake. His brain stop.
"After you left Marissa, well she became rather depressed."
Ryan shook his head, he was getting hit hard.
"She started using substances, again. And she went to a hotel…"
Ryan cut in.
"With who?" he exclaimed.
"Oliver."
"What? That son of a…"
Sandy cut him off.
"Listen Ryan. Just listen."
Sandy had a rather harsh tone to his voice at this point.
" She used some substances, and took some drugs. She passed out and hit herself real hard, causing a severe concussion…"
Ryan's head was spinning, he felt strange.
"And it was too much for her body, she just shut down. She's been fighting it, but she's been slipping in and out of a coma."
Dear God.
What had he caused?
Ryan felt his head and heart throbbing, he had to grab his knees, nearly toppling over if Sandy and Kirsten hadn't of caught him.
"Oh My God. What?"
Ryan burst into tears.
He just could not handle it.
It was all too much.
Kirsten laid an arm around his shoulders, and cried as well.
Ryan just sat there, head in hands, and sobbed.
Probably for the first time since he was a child.
He needed to see her.
He needed to feel her.
He needed her to know something.
He needed her to understand.
He needed her to know what he was going to do next.
He just needed her.
Ryan was so overwhelmed, that's all he remembered feeling, then everything going black.