The first day going back to school had been rough for Lucy. Everywhere she went reminded her of that day, but she took a deep breath and told herself it was over. She could make it through the day, and she did. There was, however, one place that she refused to go to, and that was her history class, where it had all gone down between her and Patrick. She insisted that her guidance counselor switch her into another class. Usually the counselor would tell her that it was too late in the year to do so, but since she knew what Lucy had gone through, she agreed to let her do it.

So now, a month after the first day, Lucy was finally beginning to feel as if her life was normal again. After a couple more weeks of her taking pills, she decided she didn't need it, and she flushed the rest down the toilet. Her and Emily were hanging out again, and she was laughing and enjoying life like she had before the shooting. It felt like the rest of the school year would go by without any more problems, which was exactly what Lucy was praying for.

It was a Friday, and much to Lucy's disappointment, it was one of those days that just seemed to drag on. By the time her last class of the day rolled around, she was exhausted and just wanted to go home and sleep.

When she entered the classroom, she didn't even notice the group of kids in the corner glaring at her. She just sat at her desk and pulled out her homework like she did on a daily basis. It wasn't until a few of them walked over and stood in front of her that she took notice.

"What's up?" she asked, confused as to why these people were suddenly so interested in her. She'd never talked to them before.

"It's your fault," one of them, the leader of the pack, said angrily. Lucy just stared at them, the expression on her face blank.

"Excuse me?" she asked.

"You're the reason the shooting happened!" one of the others shouted. Lucy stared at the three people, stunned at their accusations.

"I didn't shoot all of those people," Lucy said, trying to stay calm. She had to stay calm.

The boy, the one who was the leader, placed his hands on her desk and bent down, moving his face close to hers.

"You might not have pulled the trigger, but if it weren't for you, none of it would have happened."

Lucy stared into the boy's eyes, trying to see if he was joking, but all she saw was ice in them. Before she could speak, the girl in the group spoke.

"Have you not seen the news lately? They found video tapes from Patrick explaining why he did what he did. He wanted to get the attention of the girl he liked. That girl is you," she said, giving Lucy an evil look. Lucy's jaw dropped.

"How can you blame me for this? It's not my fault he liked me! He was a seriously disturbed person, and he also killed the people who made fun of him!" She could feel her anger boiling over.

"Maybe if you hadn't ever come to this school, then none of this would have happened!" the boy argued.

"Then he would have just found someone else to like, and then you would probably blame her!" she shouted. Lucy was suddenly beginning to feel the way she had felt the day Patrick's mother had slapped her, only this time, she didn't have her dad to rescue her. And this time, she felt like she couldn't breathe. She had to get out of there.

Standing up, Lucy grabbed her stuff and began to walk to the classroom door.

"Yeah, that's right, get out of here! You're not welcome at this school," the angry boy said, shoving her to the door. Lucy then started to run. She ignored her teacher, who was still standing in the hallway, making sure kids got to their classes. She didn't care if she was shouting at her to get back. Lucy needed out of there, and she wasn't about to look back.

She stopped running once she was far enough away from the school. She then took a look around her and realized how close she was to the hospital. She knew Liam was there for his physical therapy. Smiling at the thought of hanging out with Liam, Lucy walked to the hospital to surprise her friend. Seeing him would make her feel better, because honestly, she'd been fooling herself if she thought things had gotten any better. She'd just gotten better at hiding how she felt.

Well now it was time to end her depression, once and for all.

As she lay on her bed, Lucy tried to block the images of her parents and her uncles and her aunt Stella from her mind. She pushed Emily's face aside, and Liam's, also. If she didn't think of them, then it would be easier to do what she wanted to do.

Staring at the bottle of prescription pills in her hand, she felt that all too familiar feeling of guilt rise up in her again. She knew it was wrong, but when she'd been hanging out with Liam at his house, she saw his painkillers sitting next to his bed, and she'd snatched them. She felt as if it was the only way to get rid of her depression.

Sitting straight up in bed, she knew she had to get it over with now. She shoved a handful of the pills into her mouth, then downed it with a shot of vodka she'd poured earlier. She choked at the horrible taste in her mouth, then she went back to her former position of laying on the bed. Closing her eyes, she knew that soon, all of the pain she was feeling would be over.

Danny entered the apartment feeling angry. He'd gotten a call from Lucy's teacher, telling him that his daughter had literally ran away from class.

"Lucy, where the hell are you?!" he shouted as he walked through the apartment, "I know you're here!"

He walked down the hallway and stood outside her bedroom door.

"I swear to God, I'm going to..."

His heart stopped when he opened the door. His only daughter was laying on her bed, a pill bottle in her hand, a bottle of vodka next to the bed. He ran over to her and felt for a pulse. He then pulled out his cell phone and quickly dialed 911.

"Come on baby, don't leave me, okay? Don't die, Lucy. Please, God, don't let her die."

He kept reapeating those words up until EMS got to his apartment. As he watched them put his little girl on the stretcher and take her out to the ambulance, frantically trying to save her life, Danny felt himself break down and cry. He didn't even realize that he had collapsed to the ground until he felt someone pulling him up and guide him to the ambulance.

"It's going to be okay, sir," the man who was helping him said.

All Danny could do was pray that the man was right.

I'll bet you all didn't see that coming.

And I know you probably hate me for the cliffhanger, but, I couldn't resist. I'm just evil like that ;)