A/N Hello, everybody! Sorry for the recent delays, but updates should proceed as scheduled now that I have returned from vacation.

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Dedication: To usaprincess242 my most faithful reviewer. :)

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When I was little my favorite movie was Thumbelina, I would watch it over and over again until I knew most of it by heart. I found it to be terribly romantic; I loved how Prince Cornelius never gave up on finding Thumbelina, and how he risked death to find her again.

That day however, one song from the movie kept playing over and over in my head:

Romeo and Juliet were very much in love when they were wed, they honored every vow, so where are they now? They're dead, dead, very, very dead.

I wished I was dead.

-Flashback-

"Are you prepared to learn the consequences of your actions, Miss Corinthos?" Garrison questioned in a amused tone when he finished slaughtering the rest of the line. I glared in reply. He walked over to me and un-handcuffed me, dragging me by the arm back to the gym floor.

"Bastard." I said venomously. "I hope you die."

His free hand closed around my throat and black spots danced in my vision. "Forgotten our manners, have we?" He inquired calmly shaking me like a ragdoll. When I was sure I would pass out he released me and I fell to my knees gasping for air.

"One of us has." I retorted when I regained the ability to breathe. I knew it was stupid to provoke him, but I didn't care anymore, if Jason was dead I wanted to be dead too.

He reached down and pulled me upward by my hair, I grimaced in pain as he lowered his face so that it was inches from mine. "I am not amused at all, Miss Corinthos. You will have to learn the consequences of disobedience." I spat in his face.

He snarled and commanded one of the guards to bring Robin and Carly my two best friends over to him. "Pick one." He said simply.

"Excuse me?" I demanded as I looked at the frightened faces of my friends.

"Choose one to save, one to die."

"Fuck no." I replied. "I'm not playing your sick games, freak."

"I could always kill them both if you won't make a choice." Garrison offered.

"I hate you." I hissed at him.

"Is that an answer?" He wondered.

"If I said you were my best friend could I make killing you an option?" I asked pleasantly.

"I do enjoy your wit, Miss Corinthos, I only wish you would realize the futility of further resistance." Garrison answered cheerfully.

"Is that an answer?" I mimicked mostly out of a desire to stall him. I wondered why the police didn't just storm the building. They were killing people left, right, and center as it was, so did it really matter if they opened fire upon police entrance? If they were lucky they might be able to get out in the ensuing confusion before Garrison managed to kill that many of them.

"Make your choice, Miss Corinthos, either Miss Scorpio or Miss Spencer, who will you save? Who will you condemn?" He asked. "Isn't it a thrill to know that you have total control over someone's life? To know that their continued existence relies entirely on you? Don't you just love it?"

"No." I packed as much venom into the word as I could muster. I looked at Robin pale under her freckles, and Carly shaking despite the defiant look in her eyes. How could I condemn one of them to die? I knew the answer, of course, it was really quite simple, I could NOT let either of them die, I could not be responsible for their deaths.

"Have you made your decision?" Garrison asked.

"Kill me." I said firmly.

"Excuse me?" Garrison asked in much the same tone I had said it earlier.

"Kill me," I repeated. "I would rather die than be responsible for either of them dying."

"I'm afraid that wasn't an option." Garrison replied and leveled the gun at his target. The crack of the gun resounded through the gym and I watched as my friend collapsed a pool of red underneath her.

-End Flashback-

I am a die-hard Twilight fan and that day as I watched Garrison turn his gun on my best friend I could not help but think of Jacob Black's words: 'Life sucks, then you die. Yeah, I should be so lucky.'

I felt like Jacob in that moment. Everyone else was dying around me, and I was forced to watch it all, watch them suffer, and more than anything else I wanted it all to end, I wanted to be free of it all. But I was not so lucky.

What's wrong, what's wrong now?
Too many, too many problems.
Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.-Nobody's Home, Avril Lavigne

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