Dear and Beloved

Wow. It's been way too long since I've actually added to my OC story (Cemetary Drive). But I will, I promise. Eventually. I just wish I could get major help. Or like at least an idea.

Anyway, this one shot takes place right after/during the season finale, Dearly and Beloved.I can't believe Marissa shot Trey. That's very unlike Marissa. Did anybody catch when Seth said, "The way things are going, I bet you that's Oliver." That was great! The producers and writers read message boards to see what fans think will happen. A lot of fans thought that Oliver was coming back in that episode so they added that. I think that is kind of obvious. Just look at the title.

On with the one-shot. To the dear and beloved readers. Flame. Review. Whatever. Just submit a 'review'. Please. It would mean so much to me.

I don't understand it.

I, Marissa Cooper, have shot someone.

I've seen many shootings. I mean, Newport Beach is crazy. So what did you expect? But I, and perhaps the entire idyllic paradise of Newport, never imagined that I would ever shoot somebody.

Donny had shot Luke, back when we were dating. That was our junior year of high school. It was awful. He had been Ryan's friend, but only for a short time. After that, Ryan and Donny were history.

Jess had fired shots at the Bait Shop. Ryan, Seth, Summer and I just wanted to get away. Our dark clothes were obviously not brightening our mood. Jess had made a coke deal or something with these Asians. They'd wanted to take money or something and next thing everyone knew there were gun shots.

And the worst shooting? The time period where I was dating Ryan and friends with Oliver. Oliver Trask. The guy was crazy. Ryan saw it but no one else did and no one believed him. What fools we were. Oliver and I had skipped school and gone to this fancy hotel he was staying at. I'd wanted to leave and he said no. He'd brought out a gun and... I hate thinking about that.

This night was pretty bad, too. I had told Summer previously what Trey had attempted to do to me. I guess she told Seth, and he'd told Ryan. I never wanted Ryan to find out. I knew what he would do. He would go back to the summer before junior year. He would want to kill Trey.

"Trey, stop it! You're...you're killing him! Stop it! STOP IT!"

I remember most screaming that and Trey with his hands on Ryan's neck. And the most scariest part was he ripped out the phone. I remember his hands. Ryan's neck. Red. Going from pale to red. I wanted to shut my eyes.

And then I grabbed the gun. I didn't care. No longer was I the damsel in distress. I was the knight, and Ryan; he was the one I needed to save.

The bullet went into Trey's chest.

I wanted to shut my eyes. I wanted this all to be a dream. I never shot Trey, right? And the unfortunate thing? I had.

I know there would be consequences. I am worried. Will I go to jail? And if so, for how long? I'm eighteen yet so I'll still be tried as a minor. Will I go to juvie? Will I be another Ryan Atwood-Sandy Cohen-to-the-rescue case?

All I want to do is shut my eyes and pretend this never happened. 'Cause I'm too dear and beloved by Newport Beach to do something like this.