Kirsten sat by her sleeping son. She refused to fall asleep, but every once in a while, her eyes would began to droop. Her eyes were just about closed when she heard a knock at the door. Kirsten stirred awake and found a woman standing at the door.
"Hi." The woman said and Kirsten got up to greet her.
"Hi." Kirsten had no clue who the woman was, but it didn't quite matter.
"You probably don't know me. I'm Anna's mother, Melissa."
"Nice to meet you. I'm Kirsten, Seth's mom."
"So how is Seth?"
"He broke his arm and got some stitches and hurt one of his ribs."
"Yikes."
"Yeah. How's Anna?" Immediately Kirsten saw tears form in Melissa's eyes.
"That's why I'm here." Kirsten pulled chairs over and they sat down.
"What's wrong?"
"About a half an hour ago, her heart. It just stopped. And they just kept trying, but it no use." Tears billowed from Melissa's eyes. Kirsten was still in shock from the blow. Anna had died. Melissa fell on to her for support. Kirsten began to cry. "It was horrible. They couldn't save her. They tried their hardest, and they still couldn't."

Marissa woke up in a daze. She was lost. She couldn't remember anything that had happened. Her head throbbed. She tried to move, but her body screamed in pain. Nothing seemed right.
"Hey kiddo." Marissa's dad appeared next to her. "How ya feeling?" he asked, stroking her hair. Every time he hit a certain spot, her pain increased, but she refused to tell him that.
"Where am I?" Marissa asked, still confused.
"You're in the hospital. There was an accident." All her memories came back and now everything was clear. Marissa had been driving home when there was a red light. She didn't stop and she hit something. But that was where her memories stopped.
"How is everyone?" She feared the worst.
"Well, Hailey told me that Ryan's already out of the hospital." Marissa breathed a sigh of relief. "And Seth should be leaving today. I didn't hear anything about Summer though. But when I talked to Kirsten this morning, she said..." Jimmy stopped. He turned away form Marissa and she could tell something was wrong.
"What? What did she say?"
"That last night, or rather this morning..."
"Dad."
"Sorry. But she said that Anna. She died." Marissa was speechless. Everything seemed distant. All happiness had disappeared from Marissa. The accident had killed Anna. The one where Marissa had been driving. When she was drunk.
As much as she hated it, in her heart, she knew she was the one who killed Anna Stern.

Summer stared at her father in shock. He had just told her something she did not want to hear.
"Anna is dead?" She finally asked after the thought started to set in.
"Yes."
"You're lying. Don't joke with me, Daddy."
"I'm not."
"Well, can't you be?"
"I'm sorry."
"For what? I'm not the one who's dead." Summer didn't know why, but she began to cry. She had never been super close with Anna. All Anna did to Summer was piss her off. But she felt bad. Maybe if she hadn't asked Ryan and Seth if they needed a ride, Anna would be alive.
"Honey? Are you gonna be okay?"
"Yeah. I'll be fine." Summer dried her eyes.
"Are you sure?" Summer looked at her father. He looked deeply concerned.
"Daddy, I'll be fine." She felt like a little girl. Like she couldn't cope by herself. But she could. Or hoped she could.
"It's fine if you aren't. That's perfectly normal." Her dad tried his hardest to help.
"I'm fine, Dad."
"Okay. Well, I talked to your doctor. He said I could take you home."
"Good. I'm so sick of this place."
"Well, I'll sign you out and you go get changed." Her father produced a bag of clothes. Summer personally wouldn't have matched those jeans with that shirt, but she knew her father was trying. She didn't expect him to be up to date with fashion. Her father left the room and Summer slid herself off the bed. She grabbed the clothes and went to the bathroom. She soon discovered there was a scar on her leg. It wasn't that big, and it couldn't be noticed that much. But it killed any chance of Summer being a leg model. She changed and prepared to leave. But not before she saw herself in the mirror.
The person she saw didn't seem right. There was a scar under the eye. The eye was black and blue. Summer gently touched the place where the scar was in the mirror on her face. She could feel it. She shut her eyes and tears trickled down her bruised face. Sure, makeup could cover it up, but it would never fully take it away. It would be there forever. Always to remind her of what happened. She felt battered, abused. Not like herself. The accident stole the life she once had. She knew that. Everything was so different now. Someone was dead. Someone wasn't coming back to Newport.
Summer worried about Marissa. She had been driving. What would happen to her? Would she be sent to rehab? Or something worse? Would they blame her for Anna's death? More tears cascaded down her face.
"Summer? Are you all right?" Summer looked up. Her father was at the door. She hated knowing her father saw her cry.
"Yeah. I'm fine." She began to wipe her tears away when she touched the scar. Tears welled up behind her eyes, but she forced them not to fall. Summer followed her father out of the hospital room. They went down the hall, and Summer looked for Seth, but she couldn't find him. Maybe he had already left.
She followed her father into the elevator where there was barely enough room to breathe. They eventually exited and someone brushed with her. Pains shot up and down her leg, but she didn't show any signs of weakness. But Summer recognized the woman. It was Julie Nichol, previously Julie Cooper. She was headed to the gift shop. Summer wanted to say hi, but Julie didn't seem to be in a good mood. So Summer continued following her father, like a lost dog.

Kirsten had called Sandy the night earlier. She had told them about Anna, and Sandy told Ryan. It made Ryan feel worse, but he knew he would have to deal.
He was sitting in Seth's room with Kirsten and, of course, Seth. Sandy was off somewhere, claiming he needed to find a vending machine. Kirsten told Ryan he usually went off to find one so he could kick the crap out it because he was upset. Ryan had laughed at what Kirsten had said, one of the only laughs he had for a while.
Seth was still asleep, and Kirsten was staring out the window. Ryan hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, and he was beginning to dose off in the hospital room. He was just about asleep when he heard a voice.
"Mom? Ryan?" Seth asked, finally awake form his deep sleep. Both Kirsten and Ryan looked to him.
"Oh Seth! Thank God you're okay!" Kirsten exclaimed and began to hug her son. He tensed a tiny bit in pain, and Ryan couldn't help but laugh thinking about how Kirsten had done the same thing to him a day earlier. Somehow Ryan was in a much better mood today even though someone he knew was gone.
"Oh Mom? Ow. That hurts."
"Sorry. I forgot about your rib thing." She said as she let go of him.
"Right. Um, question: Where am I?"
"Hospital."
"And why am I in the hospital?"
"Accident."
"Why are you answering in one worded sentences?"
"Seth."
"See, you did it again. But how is everyone else and when can I leave?"
"Hopefully today you can leave. Ryan is fine, as you can see. But I don't know about Marissa and Summer." Kirsten looked away form Seth. Both her and Ryan knew what was coming.
"What about Anna?"
"Seth, Anna..." Kirsten faltered. "Seth. An..." Kirsten couldn't say it.
"Seth, Anna didn't make it." Ryan finally said.
"What do you mean? Didn't, didn't make it to this hospital and she's at another one? Or didn't make it in to see me? Cause I really don't mind if she didn't..." Seth rambled.
"No Seth. Anna's dead." Those words were the hardest words Ryan ever had to speak. Seth stared down lost in thought. He seemed confused, yet he knew exactly what was going on.
Sandy walked in at that precise moment, limping a tiny bit, not knowing what had transpired.
"Damn vending machine..." He lifted his head and saw Seth was awake. "Oh Seth! You're up! That's great!" Sandy smiled and walked close to his son's bed. Seth looked up at him, pain in his eyes.
"Is it true?" He asked, not wanting to believe what Ryan had said.
"I'm sorry son." Sandy understood what Seth was talking about. Seth looked down again. "Seth, are you gonna be okay?" Seth looked back up.
"What? Oh yeah, I'll be fine. Just because my girlfriend is dead, ya know, I'm still peachy keen."
"Seth..."
"Can we just go? I'm really ready to." Ryan knew Seth was trying to get his mind off the accident.
"Okay. I'll go sign you out." Sandy limped out of the room and Kirsten followed, but whispering to Ryan.
"I told you so about the vending machine."
"Hey, I gotta changed." Seth announced.
"Right, I'll go." Ryan got up and left the room. He felt horrible. He had no clue what Seth was going through. Anna had just come back. And now she was already gone.

Kirsten and Sandy sat at the kitchen table later that night. Both boys were in their room, forever, if Kirsten had anything to say about it. She was supposed to be happy. Both her sons were home, but in reality, she felt terrible. She wanted to help Seth, but she didn't know how. He was in so much pain, and there was no way of Kirsten taking it away. That was the mother's job. Make her children feel better when they fell off their bike. Kiss the boo-boo and make the child smile. But this time, she didn't know how.
"I'm worried." Sandy finally said after a long silence.
"I know, but Seth..."
"Not about Seth."
"Then who?"
"Marissa."
"She'll be fine."
"No, she won't. She was driving that car drunk. She was responsible. And her carelessness killed someone." Kirsten hadn't even thought about that.
"What will happen to her?"
"She could go to jail."
"But she's a minor."
"That doesn't matter. More and more minors are being tried as adults. Most likely, she'll be too."
"What if you're her lawyer?"
"I still may not win."
"Well, try. Please."
"I will. But I still can't guarantee anything." Sandy left the room to sleep. As he walked up the stairs, the phone rang.
"Hello?" Kirsten said upon answering it.
"Hi Kirsten. This is Melissa."
"Oh hi. How are you doing?"
"They're burying her in two days." Kirsten could hear Melissa crying. "Two days. She died yesterday, and they already want to put her in the ground."
"They usually bury people soon after."
"I know! But I never thought I'd be planning a funeral for my daughter!"
"It's horrible, I know. But you can get through this."
"I hope I can. And I hope that Marissa Cooper is put away for a long time."
"Marissa didn't purposely kill Anna."
"She murdered my baby! She should pay!"
"Calm down. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"I guess."
"Bye."
"Kirsten, wait."
"What?"
"Make sure you say good night to your sons. It could be the last time you do."
"I will."
"Good night."
"Night." Kirsten hung up. She hadn't thought of the funeral. But it was in two days. She first went to the pool house, then Seth's room to do what Melissa suggested.