Two large black limos slowly made their way down the road, towards the cemetery. Trey's funeral was being held today. The ceremony was going to be very small. Upon arriving, both limos came to a stop at the side of the road.

Marissa and Ryan both stepped out of the first limo, followed by Seth and Summer.

Out of the second limo came Sandy, Julie and Jimmy, followed by Dawn Atwood.

It was a beautiful and sunny day, but the blackness of everything made the sunshine seem nonexistent. Every slowly made their way into the cemetery to where the private ceremony would be held. Trey had already been buried. Everyone was now gathering with a minister to pay their last respects.

A familiar yellow car pulled up behind the two limos. Theresa pulled the keys out of the ignition and got out of the car. She lifted her long black skirt, and made her way to join everyone. First she walked up to Ryan and gave him a long hug. "I'm so sorry," she whispered into his ear.

Marissa watched as the two hugged and looked to the ground. This was all her fault, she thought. The tears that were being cried were caused by her. This funeral was because she shot and killed someone. She knew she had to, but it still all felt so weird.

Theresa pulled away from Ryan and turned to Marissa. The two girls stared at each other, when finally Theresa approached Marissa and gave her a very friendly hug. Neither girl spoke a word. They just hugged.

Theresa then turned and saw Dawn. Dawn began to walk towards her. "Theresa," she said with her arms wide open.

"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Atwood," she cried into her arms. She didn't know what else to say. She was hugging a woman who had lost her child. It was a very saddening situation.

After everyone had become silent and gathered around Trey's grave, the minister stepped forward. "We are all gathered here today to pay our last respects to Trey Atwood."

The minister continued to speak, but Marissa was finding it hard to accept his words. Everything hit her like a bullet. All these people had gathered out of sadness because of Trey's death. The death that she had caused. She had murdered someone, and she was now at his funeral. It wasn't right, she thought. She wanted to pay her respects, but it felt wrong being here now. But there was nothing she could do now. She continued to watch, as tears slowly began to drip out of her eyes. She didn't even bother wiping them away.

Ryan stared down at the tombstone. Trey Atwood, 1984-2005. Everything suddenly seemed so real. His big brother was lying motionless in the ground. He was dead. Trey wasn't coming back. Ryan put his hand on his face, trying to hide his emotions. He couldn't stop thinking about the fight that had caused this. The fight he went over to start.

Dawn closed her eyes and listened to the words being spoken. She couldn't control herself. After taking a few steps away from everyone, she let the tears come pouring out. Her first born son was now completely gone. Forever. She was trying because of that, but she was also crying because of how bad things had gotten before his death. Attempted rape? Never would she have thought that one of her boys would be a rapist. She shook the thoughts out of her head. He wasn't a rapist, she said to himself. He was a rough kid, who made some awful decisions. She blamed herself for most of those awful decisions. If only she had been a good mother. If Trey had grown up living with the Cohen's, he would have been a completely differently person.

After a moment of silence, everyone slowly made their way back to the limos.

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Kirsten sat near the corner of the common room, reading. Patients were doing all sorts of things. Some were watching TV, a few playing cards, some others reading. Kirsten wasn't very social here. She usually kept to herself.

One woman had noticed Kirsten and approached her. "You alright?" the lady asked.

Kirsten looked up at the woman. She was fairly tall, brunette, brown eyes. Very pretty. Kirsten thought she was probably a few years younger than her. "I'm fine," she smiled.

"You don't seem fine," the lady responded after taking a seat. "I've noticed you around a lot, seen you had meetings, but I've never seen you socializing."

Kirsten stared at the woman, wondering why she's here. She seemed so normal. "I'm quiet, I guess."

The lady could tell that Kirsten was very sad. "My name's Amy," she said while putting her hand forward."

"Kirsten," she said while shaking Amy's hand.

"Look, I know this place isn't exactly a blast, but it's only going to be worse if you distance yourself from everyone else."

Kirsten was a little stunned at how direct the woman was. "I'm not distancing myself. It's just a hard place to be. A hard time to be away from my family."

Amy nodded, understanding. "It is for me too."

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Sandy sat down at the kitchen table with Seth and Summer. He was getting them both prepared for the trial. "Alright, the trial is tomorrow, and you both should be prepared."

Summer nodded.

"Are they definitely going to call us up?" Seth asked his dad.

"Yes," Sandy nodded. "You both arrived at scene before anyone else did. You'll definitely be asked questions."

"What kind of questions?" Summer curiously asked.

Sandy turned his direction to Summer. "Well, you and Marissa have been best friends for a long time. They may ask you questions about her past. If she has a violent history, if she's the jealous type, that kind of thing. They'll want to learn as much about her as possible."

He turned and looked back at Seth. "They're going to ask you what you both saw when you arrived at the scene. Seth, they may ask you about things you noticed about Ryan and Trey's relationship while he was staying here."

Sandy now focused on both of them equally. "Whatever you do, be honest. There's no point in lying when Marissa is innocent, and if you get caught in a lie, that's the worst thing that could happen."