Hi loves; I'm so sorry – 12 months later, guess who's gonna update their damn story because they have nothing better to do with her life? LEXI, that's who! I promise I'm gonna try and make this as long as I can, even though I have no idea what I want to make happen at the moment… so bear with me ;D okay, read on! Oh! Before I forget, there's a new poll on my page – GO TAKE IT, PLEASE. :) Okay, now read on.

Previously on Secret Past;;

He sighed and looked me straight in the eye, "Olivia I'm in love with you."

"You're…what?" I was shocked.

"I am in love with you. I have been for as long as I can remember. I never had the guts to tell you because you're always so perfect and I never will be. But I waited too long to tell you and now we're dead and nothing matters and-"

"Will you just kiss me already?" I smiled.

He leaned in, and as soon as his lips met mine, there was pain. Pain burning in my chest and arm. I cringed and let go of Wen and screamed out in pain, clenching every muscle in my body. I started shaking and I could hear Wen screaming my name but I couldn't answer. I felt paralyzed. I couldn't move, couldn't see, couldn't talk… I was falling. I was falling into the nothingness of a black hole alone all over again. But then I could move, and I opened my eyes to blinding fluorescent lights, cold air, screaming voices, and staring down the barrel of a gun. I screamed. That was it – finger on the trigger, I watched it move, I heard the shot… and everything stopped.

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Olivia's P.O.V

Time literally stopped in its tracks and nothing moved. I could see everything going on around me happening in slow motion, from the beads of sweat on the forehead of the woman about to kill me to the slow spreading of a puddle of blood around several bodies lying near the front desk outside my room. It felt like a movie was going on around me and I was holding the remote – but then I blinked my eyes and reality snapped back to slap me in the face. I heard the shot of the gun and I gasped, waiting to feel pain, anything really, and prepared to die again, but the pain, the sting, the darkness never came. The gun was slowly drawn back from my head and the look on the woman's face was one of sheer horror, and her jaw dropped as blood slowly leaked from the side of her lip, and then she collapsed – dead. A man in a bullet proof vest that read SWAT on it was standing directly outside my door holding a smoking pistol, his eyes still locked on target. He lowered his gun and slowly walked into my room, holding two fingers up to the woman's neck, checking for a pulse, but there was none because he stood up and walked over to me and held out his hand for me to grab. I reluctantly took it and slowly stood up, shaky on my feet and nearly falling over when I put any weight on my right leg before crying out in pain, and looking down for the first time I saw the large cast extending up to my knee. Fucking super. I looked up to the man in helplessness, and he swiftly bent down, scooped his arms under my legs and behind my back, picked me up, and began walking. I loosely placed my arms around his neck to support myself as well, slightly burying my face in my arm but peeking out to stare in awe at my surroundings.

There were people everywhere. Different sounds from a million different places rang through my head and my heart pounded against my ribs along with my stomach twisting in knots as I moved my head to look at the floor – where there was just blood everywhere. More blood than people, actually. My breath caught in my throat and I felt myself gagging on nothing, but apparently not making any noise because the police officer carrying me did nothing but walk through the mobs of people. However, one particular individual, who looked extremely distraught, ran right in front of the police officer, tripping and falling, which caused the police officer carrying me to also fall – dropping me in the process. My head hit the floor with a 'thud' but pain didn't register after I opened my eyes after the initial impact – because I was staring directly into the closed eyes of one Wendell Gifford.

Stella's P.O.V;

My head throbbed and I opened my eyes slowly to florescent lights above me. I felt the cold, hard floor with my hands and looked to my right to see a wall – Why the fuck am I on the floor? Then I remembered the previous events and the next thought in my head – How long have I been out? And then Mo.

"Mo?" I squeaked out quietly, turning onto my left side, peering under my bed to try and see any movement that would be Mo.

Nothing.

"Mo?" I asked, a bit louder, turning onto my stomach and beginning to crawl around my bed and towards where I last saw Mo collapse. The throbbing in my head had subsided as I made my way slowly but surely towards her, but I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw the broken glass shattered all over the floor. My breathing hitched in my throat and tears stung the back of my eyes.

"Mo." I said even louder this time, my voice shaking along with my arms as I slowly crawled forward and peered around my bed to see her.

"Mo!" I shrieked, crawling as fast as I could to get to her, letting shards of glass cut into the skin of my hands, but not caring about the small amount of blood I was shedding – only the large amount Mo was. She laid there, unmoving, a small pool of blood forming around her – much like I had last seen Wen, and more fear cursed through my body as I thought about the rest of my friends in the hospital – were they dead or alive? Were they even okay? Where are they? What happened? But I shook the thoughts away as I averted my attention away from the broken door and towards the (hopefully) unconscious Mo laying on the cold tile before me.

A steady stream of blood flowed from a small wound in her shoulder, very close to her neck/chest area. My hands started shaking even more, as if that were possible, as I looked around for anything to use to stop the bleeding – I mean, what else does health class for 11 years teach you? I grabbed the only thing readily available to me, which was the blanket on my bed. I crumpled it up into a ball as quickly as I could manage, before throwing it onto Mo's shoulder and using both of my hands and basically all of my body weight to put pressure on the shot wound. I could feel more shards of glass digging into my legs and the shards already in my hands being dug in deeper, causing me to curl my toes in pain but trying to fight through everything and stop this bleeding.

"Mo. Mo, wake up." I removed one hand and grabbed her other shoulder, shaking it.

A small moan escaped her lips and her eyes slowly squinted open, looking at me before the pain registered and she screamed out. "MY SHOULDER." Then there were tears escaping her eyes as she threw her head back and cried and moaned and just screamed in pain. "Stell, what the FUCK happened." She demanded, grabbing my hand.

I laughed slightly, hearing her say fuck – it was still unlike Mo to say that. She then punched me lightly – trying to muster up all the strength and energy she had in her as she cringed at the movement. "Not. Funny." She muttered through gritted teeth.

I sighed and held back another laugh as I felt my face getting wet, so I reached up to my face and wiped away the wetness – I was crying. I don't even know why I was crying, because I was so goddamn happy that Mo was awake and talking, and even though she was in pain, she was alive and okay for the most part. "Mo, you got shot." I sniffed, letting more tears run down my face, letting out another laugh. "Of all people, Damnit, it would be you."

Mo let out a slight laugh as well. "I'm glad you find my pain-"She gritted her teeth and tensed, so I put more pressure on her shoulder before she slightly relaxed under me, "humorous."

Then there was another gunshot, and I threw my body over Mo's, shielding her from any impending harm, but there was no shattering glass, no pain to me, no screaming, no nothing – just silence. The sound of a door opening behind me made me tense and send a silent prayer up to God – I DON'T PRAY, might I add – to keep us safe. However, the feminine voice that came behind me and the hand that landed on my shoulder, yelling to someone that she needed a medic, made me relax and slowly roll off of Mo, looking up into the face of a concerned police officer, who was telling me that everything was going to be okay – but her voice soon faded as I laid my head back against the tile, letting out deep breaths and trying to steady my heartbeat, knowing that in the back of my head, and in my heart that we were okay. That nothing was going to hurt us now.

And I couldn't have been more wrong.

MWAHAHAHAH. Just kidding. That cliffhanger sucked, but yay for updating after a year of waiting. So I was gonna make this longer but I just got lazy – but this is like 1800 words, so I'm pretty content with that for the time being, where as earlier I was just gonna stop at like 800 hahahahah no. I cant write a chapter less than 1000 words. Normally it's 2,000 but yano, I'm lazy. So! Hope you loved this chapter even though I didn't.

Review, Please? It makes me write faster!

Xx, Lexi