Hmmm...haven't written in a while. I had no ideas. And to that annoying 'your story izzzzz' I feel really sorry for you, don't you have anything better to do then criticise other people's stories when you haven't even written your own?

Well yeah R+R xD

Love Kalii.

You Can't Save Me This Time

She didn't love Ryan.

She loved Johnny.

Now he was dead.

Fell off a cliff.

Fuck.

In what place would someone fall off a cliff?

Newport Beach of course.

She was sick of this. Sick of Ryan. Sick of her mum. Sick of Summer and Seth.

Sick of fucking everyone and everything in this plastic screwed up town.

Like usual she drank to keep herself sane. But that didn't do anything. Well much. It gave her a splitting headache the day after.

Least it was better then the pain in her heart.

She made up her mind.

She was leaving.

No one would miss her, so it didn't matter.

She'd come back when Newport wasn't so fake.

Yes.

She wasn't coming back.

She took a suit case out from her closet and packed her stuff.

Even though there wasn't much she was packing; vodka, share bear, some clothes, oh and a razor.

As she was walking into her mums room to find a sharp razor her eyes fell upon a gun.

Well.

This was even better.

She didn't need her stuff anymore.

She took the gun and put her stuff away.

Rolling the gun around in her hand, she thought of how bad her life had gotten since Ryan came.

For one, she would have never seen Luke and Holly.

And that would mean Luke would still be here. It probably would have meant Luke's dad wouldn't have been caught with his business partner. It would have come out sooner or later but why not let them have their peace for a while longer?

She broke out of her thoughts and looked at a picture of her and Ryan together. She grabbed it and pegged it against the wall as hard as she could; it smashed into pieces.

Just like her heart.

Ryan had always been to her rescue.

She was so fucking sick of it.

Everytime she was in trouble.

Well, it was her fault.

She always called him.

It was ironic how everytime she called him they always ended up together.

Or breaking up.

Like with Oliver.

Enough, she thought.

She held the gun to her temple.

And pulled the trigger.

The foul smell of death hang in the air.

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Ryan walked up Marissa's drive way and into her house; well the dor was unlocked. He walked up to Marissa's bedroom and saw a note outside the bedroom door. He picked it up and opened the door.

He saw a pool of blood coming from her closet.

'No.' He whispered to himself. 'No. This can't be happening.'

He looked down at the note in his hands.

'You can't save me this time.'

End