Wow, only posted a day ago, and already I've gotten responses! You guys totally and completely ROCK OUT LOUD!!!!!!!!!!!

Now, I'm warning you up front: This WILL BE A BIT GORY. IF YOU CANNOT STAND BLOOD, DO NOT READ. IF YOU DO NOT LIKE VIOLENCE, WHY ARE YOU READING IN THE FIRST PLACE?

Mystery Murderer's POV: (No, you will not know who it is until the end. Don't skip ahead to read who it is either, you'll ruin it for yourself.)

I sat in Brad's room, my mask over the edge of the bed post. I heard everyone walk- or, whatever we ghosts do- into the room, and soon after heard Suze faint. I suppose she was shocked by who I was, what I'd done.

I don't know why I chose to do...that. I knew it wasn't the way to solve things. Sometimes, Kelly and her group made me so mad, I just wanted to slap them.

I only meant for there to be three victims. Kelly Prescott, Debbie Mancuso, and myself.

In the cross fire, I got that albino girl, CeeCee Webb, and Adam McTavish, the classic class clown, and finally, Paul "I'm-hot-so-let's-give-me-everything" Slater.

Well, there are always flaws in the plan...

...Flashback...Ish...

"Do you see that outfit? What a freak." I heard behind me. I was the only one in that general area, so I figured they must be talking about me. I ignored the snotty high-pitched girls' voice and kept walking. They'll learn...then they'll be sorry...

That afternoon, I cleaned out my locker.I saw Suze Simon talking to her friends a little ways down the hall, and wished I could join them. Suze was pretty, smart, nice, funny- all the things I wanted in a friend.

Of course, I'd never had a real friend, so anyone- or thing, really- would work.

The next day, I stayed home from school to prepare. Kelly Prescott and Debbie Mancuso would be sorry. They'd learn to treat everyone a lot nicer.

On Wednesday, I walked to school, the only thing in my backpack a 9mm gun I'd found hidden in the back of my dad's closet. I kept up my usual smiles, acting like nothing was wrong.

I didn't see Suze, and her brother David told me she'd been home sick with the flu yesterday and today. I told him to tell her I said to feel better soon.

At that point, Suze could have talked me out of it.

Instead, I saw Debbie Mancuso and Kelly Prescott walking in my general direction. Suze's friends, Adam and CeeCee, were nearby, and so was Paul Slater. Those two could be aiming for any of them.

Yeah, Sure. Like Queen Kelly would pass up an opportunity to diss you.

Well, screw Queen Kelly. Screw her in the ass with a sharp pineapple.

Suddenly, my mind wasn't my own anymore. I wasn't controlling my body. I reached into my bag, pulled out the gun, and haphazardly pulled the trigger.

Then continued until it was empty.

The first shot hit CeeCee directly in the heart. Blood splattered everywhere as she fell over, crimson pouring out on the floor. Blood sprayed the lockers as the bullet hit, as well as the walls and ceiling.

The second shot hit Paul right in the middle of his forehead. Blood, withpieces of his skull and brain,went in the opposite direction of CeeCee's, splattering the rest of the lockers, walls, and myself. I stood stock still, firing off the rest of the round.

I still stood, watching Adam fall over, a bullet lodged in his left temple. He'd turned to see what was going on right as I'd fired, and was blown back from the blast. Half of his skull lay in a puddle of blood, his eyes still staring up in surprise and shock.

Next- my designated victims', Kelly and Debbie. Kelly doubled over as the bullet entered her belly, I fired another at her, hitting her square in the head and killing her instantly. Debbie had barely moved during this whole time, and two quick shots hit her dead in the heart.

One bullet left.

I surveyed what I'd done. It had changed nothing, except that 5 (fairly) innocent people were dead. It didn't take back what Kelly and Debbie had done, it didn't reverse time, it didn't make my pain go away.

So, as I realized I'd acted without thinking everything through, I ate the last bullet.

And everything went black. I saw myparents, my friends, everyone...I saw the damage I'd done, I saw my body from above it as I floated there, my long red hair hanging in clumps drenched in blood, andthe deceased also floating above their corpses.

"Come on, you guys." Paul said. He'd yet to notice me. "Since we're all floating here, and shouldn't be, I know how to fix it."

And they disappeared in a swirl of lights.

...End Flashback...Ish...

I looked at Suze's passed out form on the floor of Brad's room. "I'm so sorry..." I whispered.

The remaining ghosts- and that Spanish guy- looked doubtful. The Spanish guy and Paul picked up Suze and carried her to her room. Kelly and Debbie just shook their heads at me.

My name is...was...Gina Augustin. I was a transfer studentat Junippero Mission Academy. I had personally kept this from Suze and her family, though I don't remember why. I wasn't smart and I wasn't pretty, which made me the target of bullying. If I could come back to life, or reverse time, I would.

And I wouldn't do what I did.

Then I saw bright white lights, and was in a hallway filled with doors.

One of the doors uttered a knock.

I did what seemed logical next; I opened the door.

Suze's POV:

"Querida? How are you feeling?"

Amazing how five little words can make me melt.

"Better. Did I pass out?" I asked Jesse, hoping it had all been a horrible dream.

"Yes, shortly after following that mystery ghost." Jesse said, patting my forehead with a damp cloth. "Kelly has moved on; Paul attended to her. Debbie has decided to stay until she knows her baby's fate."

I nodded.

"Jesse...that was no mystery girl." I said, remembering her face.

"What do you mean, Susannah?" Jesse asked, brushing away hair from my eyes.

"It was Gina."

And then I fell asleep, wondering how my best friend could have done such a thing when she was supposed to be in Brooklyn.