Chapter 2
Marissa looked at her reflection in her mirror. She looked at both of her hands. There was a sudden knock on the door. Her dad poked his head it.
"Hey, kiddo. Uh, Ryan's here to see you," he said.
Ryan walked into her bedroom and gave a little smile.
"Thanks, Dad," she told him. He closed the door and left them alone.
"Hey," Ryan said.
Marissa gave him a fake smile.
"Look… about what happened," Ryan started.
"I'm so sorry, Ryan. I didn't mean to… do what I did. I really didn't want to… shoot him," she explained.
Ryan sat down on her bed and she sat down beside him. Marissa started to cry.
"I'm so sorry, Ryan," she sobbed.
"It's okay," Ryan told her, pulling her close to him. He kissed her head.
"No. It's not," Marissa said, sniffling. "He's your brother, Ryan. And now he's dead!"
"But he attacked you! I hate to say it, but he sort of deserved it…" Ryan told her.
Marissa pulled away from him and stared at him.
"By loosing his life? Sorry, Ryan, but that's not the proper way to punish someone for what they did. Yeah, what he did was wrong and stupid, but he shouldn't have to die because of some stupid little mistake."
She paused.
"I think you better go. I'll see you later," she told him.
Ryan stood up slowly.
"See you, then," Ryan said, opening her bedroom door and pulling it closed behind him.
Marissa stared at her door and collapsed onto her bed. She sobbed into her pillow until she fell asleep.