Cody's POV

The gun was pointed. The trigger was pulled. I heard the crack…so why wasn't there any pain? I remembered hearing that you feel faint for some time after being shot. You at least could feel the death before it happened. Or you felt nothing. I felt something…as alive and in pain as I had been before. But that shot had been completely audible, and most defiantly pointed at me. Many simultaneous female screams echoed after the shot…and it had hit something. I forced my eyes open, only to see a horrific scene laid before me.

On the ground in front of me, lay the lifeless body of a woman. A woman with short blonde hair and attired in sweat clothes. Lola. I wanted to scream, but could not find my breath. She lay crumpled on the ground, unmoving in a shallow puddle of blood. I could feel a knife cutting through my heart as I knelt down. Andrew stood in the doorway still, staring in horror at what he had done. It didn't make sense to either of us.

I crouched to the ground and reached out a hand to touch her face. I found I couldn't move my arms…either of them…and dropped it in pain. I put my head to her heart. There was no steady beat to signify her life. Her chest didn't lift anymore. In front of me was nothing. Just a body without the soul. Lola was dead.

Andrew dropped to his knees, still staring straight ahead, like he had never killed someone in his life. A likely story. He crawled to where she lay, and stared with a confused look on his face. Tanya still stood against the doorframe, weeping even harder. I felt my heart reach out to her, but I knew we couldn't stay. There was no way that we could save Lola. She was dead. Dead. Dead. The word seemed unreal. I couldn't comprehend it in my mind. The woman that saved your life is not coming back. She's gone forever. There's nothing you can do about it. "I'll come back for you." I whispered to the pale crumpled form on the ground. This was my cue to leave. "Tanya? Lets go," I said in a quiet voice. She nodded, and turned out the door. I followed her to the door out. Andrew didn't even try to chase us as we walked out, like zombies headed for no specific location.

We trudged out like that, not thinking. Not speaking. There was no feeling of triumph. A voice in my head continued to repeat over and over; you're supposed to be dead. Not her. You were supposed to be gone right now. After we stepped out of the small trailer, Tanya began to run. I was surprised at her speed, but I followed. I didn't look back at the small cabin that had nearly been the end of me.

Zack's POV

This was just another day. I sat on the park bench, holding Max's hand tightly for comfort and staring at the people in front of me. I noticed 2 boys with a strong resemblance. They were obviously brothers, twins even. They ran together laughing and playfully pushing each other. The first one was running, and the other trying to catch up. I stared at them playing, and felt hot tears springing to my face.

"What's wrong Zack?" Max squealed, looking at me with a worried expression. I pointed a shaky finger to the small boys, and then put my head in my hands, letting tears dampen my palms.

"Max…I really appreciate you always being there. Trust me, you don't know HOW much I appreciate you. But I need to be alone for a while," I said. "I'll be back soon, I'm just going to go walking."

Max nodded. She understood.

I rose from the seat, avoiding looking at the brothers playing together happily. I began to wander around the busy streets, pushing past all the rude and uncaring people.

I had to get my thoughts together. My head was spinning as I walked for what seemed like an hour. What if I had been nicer to him? Would he have left? Or was it me at all? No, of course it was me. I was the cause. I wish he were here right now. I would tell him I was sorry. I would never scream at him again. I would let him sit with me and my friends at lunch. I would bring him out of his social hole. I would help him. If only he were here. If only…only maybe.

I looked around to realize I had mindlessly begun walking towards the Boston bus station. It was actually quite nearby. My legs were screaming for a rest, so I sat on an old overturned crate near an alleyway. My head felt dizzy, and I lay my head against the brick wall of the alleyway for support. I hadn't had sleep for days, and when I did sleep I would wake up from that awful dream. Ohhhh, that dream. I loathed that dream. It meant something I could not quite put a finger on. I shut my eyes, which were sagging from lack of rest. I could feel darkness trying to cover me, but I forced myself awake. I had to stay awake. It was never good to go to sleep near a Boston alley…

Don't get mad that I killed Lola...sorry guys! hey, at least I didn't kill cody. I didn't have the heart to do that, though at one point i thought about it. My sequal was going to be Tanya seeking revenge...but I changed my mind. Haha, now just go press the little blue square at the bottem of this page that says "submit a review" yup, thats the one! Good job! now tell me what you think! thanks to my previous reviewers, sorry about the cliffy! I just couldn't help myself lol