Carly turned around at looked at her brother.
"Spencer?" she pleaded guilty.
"I'm sorry Carly. I'm not the kind of person to help someone hurt someone else. You're on your own." then Spencer walked to his room and shut the door.
"Fine. If no one will help me, I'll take matters into my own hands." she reached into her purse and pulled out a vintage Colt 45 pistol. Loaded. She was going to get her boyfriend back. And revenge.
Carly took the stairs down to the lobby. They weren't there. Only Lewbert.
"No guns in my lobby" he whined.
"Shut up." Carly said. She looked out the window and saw her former friend and ex-friend. Making out in the rain. She couldn't believe her eyes. Carly ran out into the rain to find her crazy hallucination true. They weren't just making out, it looked like they were trying to eat each others faces, they were that close. She raised her gun.
"I don't want to shoot anybody. Freddie step away from her." her friends looked at her and backed away from each other.
"Carly what are you doing!" Sam screamed.
"Like I said, I don't want to shoot anyone. Sam leave. And never come back. Ever. " Carly glared.
"You just couldn't take it could you?" Sam said. "You can't take me loving your boyfriend."
"You bitch. You fucking bitch."
She tried to lower her gun. But pulled the trigger instead.
One shot Sam staggered.
Another shot she clutched the bullet wounds in her lower stomach and shoulder
Third shot she fell.
"Oh. My. God. What have I done?" Carly dropped the gun in the pool of Sam's blood.
"Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit" Freddie cursed under his breath. He dropped to Sam's side and Carly dropped next to him.
"Sam! Sam! Can you hear me! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Carly screamed shaking her best friend. She never meant to kill her. She never meant to hurt her. Just to scare her a little. Tears cascaded down her cheeks falling into a pool at her knees. Freddie was crying too. Sobbing.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" she screamed over and over again. She was scared. And alone. Freddie would never take her back now.
"Why Carly? Why?" he yelled. "Why did you shoot?"
"I didn't mean-" she cried.
"Of course you 'didn't mean it' but look where that's gotten you"
They cried together over all their mistakes until the police came and arrested Carly. She didn't even try to deny the shooting. She was too wasted for that. She didn't care anymore. She deserved it. She watched from the back of a police cruiser her best friend's body examined by police officers and medical teams. They talked a little, then one of the medical assistants get a blanket and covered up Sam's body. Sam was gone. Dead. Forever. And it was her fault. All her fault.