Thursday, March 1, 2007

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mood: slightly annoyed listening to: my brother playing his xbox and my mom on the phone hi, wow first off i wanna say thank you all! you all helped me break my comments record! now the new record is 18 comments! so thank you all so much! *hugs for all* also i am pretty proud of myself for getting to mostly everyone on my friends list! well at least people who updated before 5:30 oh also it is now march and i have changed my layout! *sigh* fall out boy theme i shall miss you. well my new theme is the manga vampire knight. it's a manga that's running in shojo beat magazine. the wallpaper i have up is made by the myo user amriisuwre. ha i made the mistake of thinking jaguar made it so sorry jaguar-sama! don't be mad that i didn't use your wallpaper! ok so school was a little boring today because as i predicted danny didn't come to school but he is really sick so everyone send their well wishes to danny! like i said nothing really happened our senior class went on a field trip to a college today so my yoga teacher wasn't there. i ended up skipping yoga because we were had a british subsitute and he can't do yoga so we were gonna play volleyball instead, now i'm not so great at volleyball it brings up bad memories and i wasn't too keen on being yelled at in british so yeah i skipped. oh and at school there is this kid named jordan who keeps asking me to take his cigarettes home with me everyday so his mom won't find them. oh and speaking of school we were eating lunch today and us girls can be so catty when we all get together. like it was me, two seniors,and my sorta friend torri and well everyone starts gossiping about other girls at our school even people who are their friends. i wasn't gossiping but i found it funny to listen to. speaking of torri she is being a total bitch again just like last semester when we weren't getting along. because today in my 6th hour i was talking to this guy named kyle and he's friends with torri and i mentioned danny and kyle goes "hey don't you like danny?" and i'm like "um no" but he corrected himself by saying that it was my friend danielle who like danny and i asked him how he knew about that and he said torri told him, he also happened to know who i used to like and i asked him how he knew that and he said torri told him again. so yeah torri is back to her two face ways. ok so today is thursday and that means a new chapter to my story but before i post that i wanted to ask you guys a question: does anyone feel like drawing me some character designs for the characters of my story? i could do it but my art leaves much to be desired in my eyes. well pm me if your interested. once again if you are new to my site and want to catch up on the story or have missed a part you can find all the lastest chapters at the myo site redmoonchick2 "my friend rory" chapter six: twelve twenty five: the bell tolls for thee i looked down quickly seeing my leg seeping with blood. the wound was just below my knee and unbearably painfull. rory gasped with pain and dropped to his knees breathing harshly; my kick either wasn't as strong as i thought or rory was determined to go on despite his pain; either way he managed to stand but was still unable to move. i was laying half on my back my one hand reaching down to hold my wound; which was now bleeding profusely my other hand was the only thing supporting me as i sat on the cold white floor. my well placed kick had caused rory to once again drop his weapon causing it to slide somewhere that i couldn't see. i could still hear rory breathing and gasping in pain but i myself was in too much pain to notice what exactly it was that he was doing. my hand had become slimey and wet from my blood and i was beginning to feel nauseous and slightly dizzy. "y-you see no-now layla?" i heard rory stutter; i opened my eyes which i didn't remember closing and looked at him "you made me shoot you. now your gonna bleed to death" he said coldly to me. at this point i began to believe rory and my hope for seeing tomorrow was fading more and more with each drop of blood that spilled from me. "now where's my gun?" he asked looking around; it was then that rory and i both noticed that the boy who had helped me take down rory was still standing there next to us; he was just watching almost like he was transfixed on the situation. i followed the boys gaze and realized that he wasn't just staring at the scene before him; he had spotted rory's gun on the floor. rory seemed to realize this too as his own eyes followed the mystery boys gaze; "ah ha there it is" rory said smugly he seemed to have regained his composure. the gun lay a good few feet down the hall near the boys bathroom door; it just lay there like an unfound treasure and whoever wielded it would have the power. there was a moment of silence and stillness as neither of the teens made a break for the gun and i was unsure if my companion would even try; maybe he wouldn't out of fear of ending up like me. after a moment both boys seemed to come to their senses and without looking at one another both of them took off instantly,both of them racing towards the gun. it was odd as i watched them race one another; it was strange and demented that the lives of countless people hung in the balance of who would win in a simple foot race. the mystery boy reached the gun first. he dived and swipped it up from the floor. before the boy could do much damage with it, rory had leaped onto his back. it was now the boy's turn to fight off rory's advances for the weapon. rory grabbed a handful of the boy's black hair forcing his head back. while his left hand was burried in the boys hair, rory's free hand grabbed the boy's left arm, while the boy held the gun in his right hand. i could see from where i was still seated on the floor that the both rory and the boy were wearing out in their battle, but it seemed that the mystery boy was losing energy quicker then rory was. i was afraid that maybe the gun would go off again and that maybe i would be shot fatally this time, but i knew the boy needed my help, if he was risking his own life to save his classmates then i should be able to risk my own life to save him. being unable to walk i wasn't sure what it was i could do, but i had to try. with my one good leg i managed to begin to push myself backwards towards the white pristine lockers that lined the hall. i noticed as i pushed myself scooting ever backwards toward the lockers, that i was leaving large red smudges of blood as my shot leg moved along uselessly. the fear of bleeding to death was intensified even more in my head but still i continued knowing that if i didn't help the boy no one else would. once my back had hit the lockers i stopped for a moment breathing heavily and grasping my leg which was now throbbing in pain. i glanced toward the struggling boys and noticed that little about the situation had change. the two boys were still a good distance away and i wasn't sure if i could manage to make it all the way to them. i began moving once again, this time slidding across the wall slowly. i had only reached about half way when the fight escalated. "you can-can't wi-win rory" the boy gasped out his head and arm still being pulled back by rory. "whose gonna stop me now? you?" rory asked the boy mockingly. "the only way you'll be able to stop me is if you shoot me and in the position i have you in now, the only way you can shoot me is if you shoot yourself!" rory laughed. as i heard this exchange an anger burned within me, anger at rory, at the boy, at the cops, at the other students and teacher that sat a mere classroom away yet offered no help, and i was angry at myself for being so weak. by now the boys had moved from infront of the bathroom door to infront of the janitors closet which was located just a few inches from the bathroom. "fine rory" i heard the boy say, i was confused by his words and i could tell rory was too by the "huh?" he let out. before i could say or do anything to stop him, the boy held the gun tight in his right hand bringing it close to himself. he pressed the gun to his shoulder and pulled the trigger. a shot echoed throughout the hall. i had only realized after the shot had rung out that i had been screaming "no!". i also heard both boys scream in pain and i knew what the boy had done. rory and the boy's own arm had been almost perfectly aligned, so when the boy shot through his shoulder he also hit rory's arm. after he had been shot rory released the boy's left arm and clutched his own now injured arm. this was all the opportunity that the boy needed, even though he was injured himself, he took rory's momentary lapse in the battle as a opportunity to knock him into the janitor's closet door. somehow the boy had turned onto his back and shoved rory into the door. instead of rory just hitting the door like the boy and i had expected, the door gave way and rory fell into the darkness of the closet. i assumed rory was knocked unconcious and called to the boy "are you okay?" i asked still breathing heavily sweat causing my hair to stick to my forehead. "ye-yeah i think so" the boy panted out from across the room. it was all over i thought happily rory was unconcious and now the cops could come in and rescue everyone. we had all managed to survive somehow and my joy i felt was something that i could never find the words to fully describe. i was about to call to mr. carter the computer teacher, i was about to tell him to call down to the police and tell them that rory was unconcious and that it was all over, that we could all go home. i was about to do all these things before i saw rory limp slowly out of the closet and the words i had been so ready to say died on my tounge. how had rory not been knocked unconcious? the force had been strong enough to open a door but not strong enough to render rory unconcious? tears welled up in my eyes, every hope i had just had about getting out of this alive was now gone, that joy i had felt mere seconds before, had been snatched away from me quicker then i could ever imagine. it was like one of those horror movies where the villian keeps appearing dead but somehow always come back to life. rory had successfully limped out of the closet and was now standing, his injured arm dangled at his side. his blood dripped down from his wound and onto the floor. rory had come out of the closet but not alone, he had pulled a broom out with him. the boy who had shot rory and himself was laying on his back still panting and clutching his shoulder. his eyes wide and disbelieving that after all his fighting rory was still alive. "no rory!" i screamed at the top of my lungs. my voice broke from the sheer anger and sadness i was feeling in those moments. rory turned away from the boy and looked at me and i could no longer see the friend i had once had. "what laylah? your not on my side? you don't want me to win?" he asked as though he were genuinly surprised. "no rory i don't want you to win!" i sobbed, "i want this to all be over! i want to go home and i don't want anyone else to die!" i screamed at him. he looked shocked almost hurt and it made me think, "did rory think i was on his side this whole time? that just because i was his friend made this all okay?" "fine laylah" rory began, "i'll put an ending on this baby, just for you alright?" he said. turning away from me and his words made my blood run cold. still holding the broom tight in his hand, he stepped over to the boy "rory don't hurt him!" i screamed. i wanted to get up and run over to them. i wanted more then anything to stop rory froming hurting the boy, who i came to see as something of a savior. the boy watched rory moving closer to him but he made no attempt to get away. i was sure the boy was unable to move due to his lack of energy and the painful shot to the arm. "rory!" i screamed again knowing full well that rory would ignore me. i screamed at rory once more as i watched him bring down the broom handle and a sickening "crack" filled the hall. i broke into to even more tears now as the only other person who could have helped, the only one who could've taken down rory was dead. as i cried in the hall i heard small nearly inaudible footsteps coming towards me. i knew who those steps belonged to, there was no surprise and by rory's earlier words i had a feeling that he was going to end my life. i squeezed my eyes shut and began to pray silently in my head. i was also making apologies for every wrong i had committed in my life and i wished that i had been smart enough to use my camera time on the news to tell my friends and family how much i loved them. a cold hand on my shoulder brought me back from my thoughts. i opened my eyes and looked up to see rory kneeling beside me. i pushed his hand away angry and scared. if he was going to kill me i didn't want it to be up close and personal. i was too furious and frightened to even look at him. "don't worry laylah, he's not dead" i heard rory say. "what?" i asked looking up at him my breath catching on my words. "i don't think he's dead, he could be though i'm not sure but i don't think i hit him hard enough to kill him" rory muttered. wheter his words were directed at me or himself i wasn't sure. "anyway that's not important, listen you said you wanted an ending right? your ready for all this to be over?" he asked me in a slightly eager way. i looked up into the face of my former friend and for a moment i could still see the old rory flickering dimmly inside of him. "yeah" i whispered unsure if my request for an ending would be anwsered with my death. "yeah me too" he said still kneeling next to me. "listen laylah" rory began. a deadly serious yet soft tone filled his voice. "we've know each other since we were five right? and seriously i love you like a sister and a bestfriend and i really didn't want you here today. you believe me right?" he asked. i nodded unable to answer my oldest friend. rory gave me something of a saddened smile as he stood. "are you turning yourself in now rory?" i asked softly his previous words still held in my head and the relife of knowing he wasn't going to kill me washed over my body. he turned away from me so that his back now faced me and he turned his head to look at me "no" he whispered. i sat confused by the words rory told me, if he didn't intend on turning himself in then that meant. "oh god" i muttered as i watched as rory limped over to the boy's either unconcious or dead body. rory slowly picked up the weapon that lay on the floor next to the boy's hand. "your going to kill yourself?" i yelled at him in surprise "yeah" he muttered. "i'm not going to jail laylah, that's not what i want to do" he said his voice filling with a strenght that he shouldn't have had. i was speechless, never during this massacer did i ever think it was going to end in suicide. "you can't" i said to him my words rushing out of my mouth. "yeah, i can and i going to right now." he said as he limped slowly over to the large bay window at the very end of the hall. "i told you i wanted to be a ledgend and i can't do that if i'm alive. plus like i said i never intended on going to jail" rory added as he finally stopped infront of the window. i watched him as he looked down at the parking lot below. "now" he began, "everyone is gonna see" he said a grin spread on his face. i sat only a few feet away from rory, crying once again. i watched as rory turned his back to the window now facing me. he held the gun tightly in his right hand. he then proceeded to turn the gun facing it towards his chest, right where his heart was located. "this is it" he whispered and i could tell from his voice he wasn't really nervous or scared, he sounded ready. "there's nothing i can say to stop you?" i asked through my tears. i wasn't entirely ready to argue with him and his gun over this matter. even though rory had killed so many people and had caused so much pain to myself and others. i still didn't want him to die. "nah i'm ready to do this." rory told me. "but you can do something for me laylah" he said. "what?" i asked confused as to what rory's request of me would be so late in the game. "just tell people about me laylah. tell them i wasn't always like this. tell them my story." he told me his voice cracking. "why me rory?" i sobbed out, "because laylah, your the only one who can." he gave me another of those sad smiles and in that moment he was illuminated from behind by the sun and it gave him an unearthly glow. in this moment, in his smile i could see rory for who he had been not who he was now. in these last moments of his life i could see him, i could see my friend rory. "goodbye rory" i said to him. my tears falling to the floor and mixing with my crimson blood. "goodbye laylah and i hope to see you again someday" rory spoke those words, his final words he ever would speak and the last thing i'd ever hear him say. he held the gun tight and in the glowing sunlight behind him i could see tears running down his face. i heard the gun go off squeezing out the last bullet and taking the last life of that day. i didn't want to watch as rory killed himself but i just couldn't pull my eyes away. i watched as rory's face sank into a blissfull sort of state, as the bullet peirced his chest. the force from the close range shot had sent rory flying backwards into the large glass window. he had broken through it and it was beautiful in a odd way. the glass from the window broke and rained down in shards around him. rory proceeded to fall down onto the hard pavement below. the image of rory killing himself would be forever burned into my mind and i knew that years later i would still wake up and see him like that. now at last this horror really was over, we were all survivors of one of the worst school shootings to happen in america. "mr. carter!, it's over! rory is dead!" i screamed to the chicken of a teacher and classmates who had not once come out to help the boy and i. thinking of that brave boy i whispered the words "please don't be dead" as i looked back at him. i collasped back onto my back, just waiting for the moment when the cops would bring us out of the school. because the broken window i could now hear the commotion of the people below. "is that boy dead?" i heard someone yell. "someone call an ambulance another added". "he was the shooter" a third person chimed in. i could still feel the pain of gunshot wound and i could hear the noise of the ambulence, i could hear footsteps and a man's voice say "my god". i could tell the man's voice was mr. carter. "mr. carter! i've been shot and i think i need an ambulance" i called to him. "laylah your still alive?" he said surprised "i saw the blood and assumed the two of you were dead" mr. carter said. i heard mr. carter's footsteps come closer and eventually i saw his legs approach me. mr. carter glanced down at me and gave me a quick yet worried smile before moving away from me and towards the window. "my name is mark carter! we have injured students up here! we need help now!" he called to the police below. "oh god rory" i heard him mutter and i knew he must've seen rory's body. "its alright laylah, kids their sending police officers into the building!" mr. carter cried out in what could barely be considered a happy tone. just a few minutes later the police were upstairs with us, one of them had rushed over to me and i could hear him radio something to his fellow officers. "teenaged female with a gunshot wound to the leg" he called. "have an ambulance ready" he told them. "young lady. i'm going to take you downstairs now. your going to be alright." the officer knelt down next to me and proceeded to scoop me up into his arms. i flinched as pain shot through my leg but i ignored it all too happy to get the hell out of the school. as i rested against the man we passed by another officer who was inspecting the blacked haired boy who had helped me. "is he dead?" i asked my voice surprisingly hoarse. "no he's alive" the officer told me offering me a smile that i could not return. ********************************************************************* lol i actually got teary eyed when i wrote this! ~redmoonchick~

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