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The room was dark. All the curtains were drawn so that light wouldn't get in through the windows. He lay in his bed, staring up at the ceiling. Over the past two weeks so many things had happened, so many things to think about.
Every time he closed his eyes he saw the same scene over and over again. He and his brother were fighting and them the sound of a gun going off His brother fell down on top of him. He would look up and see his girlfriend standing there in shock, with a gun in her hand. It almost felt as if he were a ghost, floating above the scene and watching it unfold; instead of actually being involved in it herself.
What a tragic night it was. So much had died that night. Trey died before the EMTs even got to the scene, the romance between he and Marissa died, and ultimately, a part of him had died.
He had collapsed after getting out from under Trey's body. The EMTs put him on a stretcher and loaded him into the ambulance. Marissa was screaming and fighting with the police officers begging them to let her ride with him but they needed her for questioning. The doors to the ambulance closed and she was gone.
A few hours later she appeared by his side in the hospital. She told him that he had collapsed due to the loss of blood and that they were going to keep him over night. He already knew that, Sandy had told him what the doctors said. Marissa grabbed his hand and told him how sorry she was. She didn't mean to kill Trey but she had to save him somehow. Ryan said nothing. She left the room crying.
She came back the next day and repeated the same story, again, he said nothing. Even after he was released from the hospital, she'd call the Cohen's house and Ryan wouldn't take her calls. Its not that he hated her, but he didn't' know how to cope. He had gone to Trey's apartment to do some serious damage to his brother, but he never thought the end result would be an Atwood dead. Had Marissa not shown up, he would be dead. Marissa did show up and his brother was dead.
Sandy was concerned about him, he could tell. Ryan stayed locked up in his room only coming out to eat. He had spoken very few words since that tragic night two weeks ago. Kirsten had called from rehab to try to console him. Even Seth tried to be supportive by not talking as much. Nothing worked.
He missed Marissa more than anything and he wanted her here, by his side, but he didn't know how to deal with all the pain and mixed emotions that he was experiencing. He felt love, hurt, hate, rage, betrayal. He didn't even now he was capable of half of those emotions.
He picked up the telephone in his room and dialed her number, before it would even ring he hung up. What would he say? He put his head back on the pillow and thought of it he would see her at Trey's funeral. He closed his eyes and tried to picture her. Marissa Cooper with her bright blue eyes that smiled at him, her skin beautifully and evenly tanned, her shiny blondish brown hair in a different style each time he saw her. His dear sweet Marissa Cooper.