Friday, May 11, 2007

wentz in wonderland chapter two:
wentz in wonderland

chapter two: don't listen to talking doorknobs

pete wentz always imagined what death would feel like, but he never imagined anything like this. he was falling through a seemingly never ending darkness. the same darkness that had swallowed up ryan ross and hemingway, but pete couldn't see either of the aformentioned party, hell in the darkness he could barely see his own hand inches away from his face.

pete began to wonder if maybe seeing ryan and his dog were just his imaginations way of leading him into death, and the more he thought about it the more it seemed reasonable. he must've died out in that meadow while working on those lyrics that were now useless, sure that was probably it. maybe he had a heart attack? or was mobbed by a group of fangirls and torn to bits? pete hoped for the latter because he was sure no one else had ever died that way.

before pete could go on wondering morbidly about how he had died the darkness stopped. and suddenly pete wasn't falling but floating downwards. the reason for the sudden floating was that the wind had caught pete's hoodie and had puffed it open much like a parachute. pete eased his way down until he saw walls surounding him, the walls held knick knacks and other things that weren't too important to pete at the moment. pete had somehow gone upside down and landed with a small thud on the floor of a long tunnel.

a flash of red caught pete's eye and he looked up to see ryan was standing only a few feet away from him. "ryan" pete called out to his friend hoping to get some anwsers as to where the hell they were and what ryan was late for, but it looked like those answers would have to wait as ryan once again proclaimed he was late and took off down the tunnel. "ross, stop running away dammit!" pete yelled as he scrambled to get up and chase after the young guitarist, his own words echoing back at him in the tunnel.

he found himself once again chasing after ryan through this unknow world. pete could see that they were heading into a an empty looking room with a large wooden door and little else. ryan reached the door first and proceeded through it with little ease, "does he seriously think he can hide behind a door?" pete wondered as it was he was drawing closer to the seemingly normal door. pete was so preoccupied by his thoughts that he didn't notice the door getting smaller and smaller. when pete finally reached the door he noticed that it was now barely large enough to fit his head.

pete stood in disbelief for a moment before his anger took over him. "what the hell is this place?" pete asked no one in paticular so he was surprised when he got an anwser. "this is wonderland" the male voice echoed around the nearly empty room.

pete whipped around quickly. his dark eyes scanning every inch of the odd room for any sign of the mystery voice. "who said that?" pete asked as he realized that there was no one in the room with him..at least that he could see.

"it was me" he heard the voice again this time much closer. pete looked down to see the copper doorknob was the one speaking to him. "what the hell? your a doorknob you can't talk!" pete exclaimed at the now alive doorknob. "well you can't play the bass" the doorknob retorted back. pete forgot his 'i must be dead' theory and instead created a new one the 'i'm dreaming' theory, because only in his twisted dreams could he be insulted by a doorknob.

"whatever" pete began as he ignored the doorknob's insult. "listen i want to get through this door can you help me?" pete said never thinking in all his life that he'd ever be asking a doorknob for help. "just go through it?" was all the cocky doorknob replied, "hello, my head won't even fit", "that's because you have a huge ego" the doorknob insulted him once more. "dammit are you going to help me or not?" pete asked. the doorknob let out an exasperated sigh. "there on the table behind you there's a bottle labeled 'drink me' do what it says", "what table? there was no table in this room." pete said turning around his jaw dropped when he saw a metal table sat there with a small bottle of purplish fluid labled drink me.

"stupid materializing table" pete mumbled as he marched over to the table. he grabbed the bottle and eyed it wearingly before swigging most of it down. almost instantly pete could feel himself shrinking down until he was just the right size for the door. pete stood proudly and walked to the door before turning the handle and giving a good pull. the door failed to open, pete tried again with a bit more force but still the door wouldn't budge.

"what's going on?" pete asked the doorknob. "oh did i forget to mention that i'm locked?" the doorknob asked and pete felt his hands twist into fists. "so now what where is the key?" pete asked. "up there on the table" pete's mouth dropped open and he growled a bit. "i'm too small to carry that key now. so any other idea's?" he asked the doorknob. "there is a box of cookies on the table as well eat one and you'll grow large again" the doorknob told him. pete turned "i hate this place" he said as he made his way back to the table.

somehow pete had managed to climb up to the table and he proceeded to eat a cookie. instantly his body grew large, too large and he found himself cramped inside the room. now frustrated pete felt his eyes prick with tears at the thought of spending an eternity with a talking doorknob. pete cried and his huge tears filled the room. "you idiot drink the remaining fluid and shrink back down!" the doorknob cried. pete did as he was told and gulped down the liquid, again he shrank and again he was too small, so small infact that he slipped down into the empty bottle and floated right out the doorknob's mouth on his ocean of tears. "saved by an ocean of tears? doesn't get more emo then that" pete laughed to himself.
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wentz in wonderland chapter one:
wentz in wonderland
by redmoonchick

chapter one: ryan ross doesn't even like rabbits!

peter wentz lay in the grass in the meadow on a warm summer day with his pet dog hemingway. he laid under the shadows of the large oak tree sprawled on his stomach his lyrical notebook in hand. pete thumbed through the old worn pages of the notebook sastisfied with the words he had written. "this next cd is going to be the best one yet!" pete proclaimed "right hemmy?" he asked his loyal pet bulldog, knowing full well that he wouldn't get a response. "hemmy?" pete asked and turned to see the spot where his pet was lying was now empty. pete rolled onto his back and sat up searching the surrounding area for his 'missing' pet. pete spotted hemingway just in time to see him sniffing around a tall skinny man standing near the edge of the meadow.

"ryan?" pete asked confused as he saw his friend the guitarist for the band painc! at the disco. pete stood now, confused as to what in the world ryan ross would be doing out in a meadow with him. "ryan" pete said again as he took a step towards the younger man. ryan turned to look at pete he was adorned in black pants and a tight red jacket with a large gold clock hanging around his neck. "what are you flava flav?" peter asked jokingly, ryan said nothing only gave pete a passing glance as he looked down to the clock that adorned his chest. "is this the time?!" he asked surprised "i'm sorry, i must be on my way! i'm late! i'm late! for a very important date!" ryan cried before taking off at full speed towards the edge of the meadow with hemingway at his heels.

pete stood in shock for a moment at the unusual behavior of the young rockstar, before he remembered that hemingway was following ryan! "hemmy, no! heel boy!" he yelled to the dog. when hemingway showed no signs of stopping pete sighed and began to chase after the dog who was chasing after the boy, pete continued chasing ryan and hemingway until pete finally had them in his sights. he watched as ryan stopped infront of what looked like a small rabbits hole dug into the earth. "ha caught you know ryan" pete began as he stopped to catch his breath "you'll never fit in there" he laughed.

ryan was the type of boy who liked to prove people wrong, and he did just that to pete by squeezing his thin frame down the blackness of the rabbit hole. "the hell?" pete said as he stared at the hole unblinkingly, refusing to believe that the young man had fit. he probably would've kept on staring had it not been for hemingway's barking. pete looked down at the dog just in time to see him too fall down into the abyss of the hole. "hemmy!" pete cried for once hoping that the pooch would listen to him, but unlike most people these days hemingway didn't and proceeded with a leap down into the hole. pete of course being the responsible pet owner that he was leaped after him without a second thought and he too fell into the darkness
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Thursday, March 15, 2007

my friend rory: chapter eight
chapter eight: four o' clock: that fateful meeting

i awoke three hours later in a hospital bed. the room was too bright and smelled horribly of disinfectent. i turned my head slowly glancing to the chair that sat next to my bed. i had expected my mother to be sitting there, hell i expected someone to be sitting there and i was surprised to find that she nor anyone else wasn't. no one was sitting next to me and no one happened to be in the room either. i spotted my mother's purse sitting on the little table next to the chair, so i knew that she was still in the hospital and i was relieved to know that i hadn't been abandonded. my own room was silent but the door was open and i could hear loud talking and yelling, and machine's sounding off in the hall. i wanted to get up and go check it out. i felt restless in my own body as if this perfect silence would force me to think about the day's earlier events. walking turned into nothing but a hopeless dream as i remembered my leg. i threw the itchy light blue blanket off my legs and peered down at them anxious as to what i might see. i guess i had been afraid that my leg wouldn't be there anymore but it was something i didn't have to worry about as both of my legs remained intact.

my right leg, the leg i was shot in was wrapped up again, this time in a cast. i also noticed that i had been changed out of my clothes and into a hospital gown and i prayed that it was my mother who had done this for me. i sighed and wondered how long it would be before i could walk again. i tried not to be too upset about the state of my leg because at least i still had my life and i should be grateful for that. i absentmindedly wondered how many of my fellow classmates ended up here at this hospital. i also wondered how many of them ended up at the morgue. i stopped myself from thinking too much on this subject. when i had first woken up i didn't really remember what had happened and for just one brief moment i was as normal as every other patient in the hospital, but then reality had set in and i knew that i would never be normal again. never again would i be laylah hodges, now i would be that girl who survived the clearview school shooting. i sighed once again and resigned myself to get use to that idea because i was sure that this story wasn't going away anytime soon.

i leaned my head back and stared at the celing because due to my leg couting the celing tiles was about all i could do. i was up to tile number fourty-eight when i heard the clicking of heels coming into my room. i looked up and saw my mother standing in the doorway holding a cup of coffee. she looked at me and a huge smile broke out on her pretty face. "laylah honey your awake!" she said walking towards me. "uh yeah, what happened? the last thing i remember was being in the ambulance" i asked her. "oh laylah the doctor said you passed out from the loss of blood. he said if you had waited any longer you'd be dead!" she exclaimed. "what are you serious mom?" i asked, she nodded "yeah but luckily we got here in time and your surgery went well" she added. "my surgery?!?" my mouth dropped open a bit "i had surgery? for what?" i asked still feeling uneasy about my near death experience. "the bullet dear it was stuck in your leg." my mother patted my head and retook her seat at my side.

"well where's dad and alex?" i asked. "oh well alex was hungry so your father took him to get some food." my mother said as she set her coffee down on the small table. speaking of food it was then that i realized that i was starving. i hadn't eaten since breakfast that morning and i hadn't eaten school lunch considering the events of the day. "are you hungry dear?" my mother asked practicly reading my mind. i nodded "yeah i'm starved" i replied, "well i'll just have the nurse bring you your dinner then" my mom smiled at me, stood up and proceeded to go out in the hall and flag down the dinner nurse. in a few minutes time i had my dinner set out before me. i poked at the suspicious food. i was a little hesitant to eat it considering all the things i'd heard about hospital food, but i figured it could be no worse then what the school would've offered, so i began to eat.

i would say it took me about five minutes to totally devour my small dinner and my stomach seemed sastisfied for the moment. "honey visiting hours are almost over. is there anything else you want me to do before i have to go?" my mother asked as she glanced at the clock. i was a little saddened that my mother would have to leave me but i saw a TV was hooked up in my room, so i knew i wouldn't be totally isolated. i thought about my mother's question for a moment. what could she do? she couldn't turn back time or take me home so what else was there? i thought harder knowing that there had to be something i wanted her to do. it hit me suddenly as if my mind had just remembered what i had been thinking before i fell asleep. "the boy!" i said excitedly, "huh? what boy laylah?" my mom asked me confused by my sudden outburst. "the boy. the one who saved me in the school! i want to go see him!" i told her as i shot upright. "oh i know who your talking about" my mom said and she once again stood but this time she didn't leave the room. instead she just ventured into the corner to fetch something. what she brought back to my bedside was a wheelchair.

i smiled at my mother's eagerness to please me as she unlatched the right side of the hospital bed's guardrail. she pushed the wheelchair into position and lifted me out of my bed before setting me down into the chair. she carefully set my injured leg onto the foot pedal and began pushing me out of the room. my mother pushed me down the hall as if she knew where she was going. i didn't question her as often times it turned out she was right. the two of us passed doctors and nurses bustling down the hall. we also passed many open rooms and with each room i'd glance inside curious to see if anyone from the shooting had wound up here. i saw many faces i didn't reconize and i wasn't sure if i should be relieved or not. finally my mother stopped me just outside of one of the open doors. she left me for a moment and knocked on the door. "yes?" i heard a male voice say "i have a visitor to see you" my mother smiled at the person inside the room. "alright" i heard the voice say again and i swallowed suddenly nervous for some reason but why should i be? i had went to school with this boy and he had offered to help me today. "but?" i found myself thinking "but what if he blames me for what happened to him? or what if it isn't even the right boy?" i swallowed my nerves as my mother once again took her position behind me and wheeled me into his room.

the boy's room was as equally bright and smelly as my own room. i realized that i was glancing akwardly around his room and had not yet looked at him. finally i forced myself to look at the boy no matter what he would say or do. to my utter delight it was infact the same boy who had fought rory at the school. he sat in his hospital bed a remote control in his one hand and his left arm rested in a sling. his face held a blank stare and for a moment i wondered if perhaps he didn't reconize me, but quickly his stare broke into a look of surprise. "oh its you" he said in a light surprised tone. i nodded unsure of exactly what to say to him, everything i had thought before suddenly sounded so much better in my head and i was beginning to regret this whole idea. my mother continued pushing me until i was on the right side of his bed, right next to his good arm. i looked back at my mother "thanks mom" i said. my mom nodded "right well i leave you two alone" she said. i looked back at my mother unsure of why she would say such a thing, but "maybe" i thought "maybe she thought that whatever i had to say to the boy would be left better in private.". i nodded and my mom left the room taking whatever noise there was with her and an akward silence enveloped us. i was staring at my hands still unsure of what to say. the boy either felt the same or was weirded out by me and i wasn't sure as to which one it was.

the silence continued until i could stand it no longer and i cleared my throat. i lifted my head and looked at the boy who had been staring at me the entire time. i reddened a bit but continued anyway. " how are you feeling?" i asked him, not out of lack of a real question but because i had genuinely wanted to know. "i'm doing all right" he began "they gave me some pain medicine so i'm doing fine" he told me and i couldn't help but be comforted by his stong smooth voice. "what about you? how are you feeling?" he asked me. "well, physiclly i'm alright but emotionally i'm pretty banged up" i said while staring at my leg. "yeah same goes for me but i didn't see everything you saw, so i can't say i'm too bad."

after our first words to one another we were once again left with silence "i-i'm sorry for bothering you like this but i wanted to come by and say thank you for all that you did today and i wanted to ask you something as well" i blurted out after a silent minute. "what is it?" the boy asked softly. he was looking at me intently and seemed to be focused on what i had to say. "well i wanted to ask you. what's your name?". the words hadn't seemed so ridiculous in my head, but they had turned that way once they left my mouth. the boy looked at me blankly again for a moment before he chuckled a bit. i wasn't angry at his laughter, i was just a little surprised but i enjoyed listening to him laugh. "i'm sorry i didn't mean to laugh. it's just that your question was so random." he said wipping his eyes. he took on a serious face and put out his hand "my name's david williams." he said. i looked at his hand and smiled now knowing the name of my hero. "and yours?" he asked "laylah" i told him "laylah hodges". it was the boy's turn to smile as he took my hand "nice to meet you layah. its really nice to meet you."
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Thursday, March 8, 2007

got postcards from my former self saying how you been?
mood: stuffy nosed but mostly upbeat

music: i'm like a laywer with the way i'm always trying to get you off (me+you)-fall out boy

hi,

redmoonchick comment respondes:

.alright i think i should start be more careful with what i'm saying. for the record i was not close to danny in any dirty ways to get sick from him. i simply sat next to him on more then one occasion and i believe i may have taken a drink of his pop. all you dirty minded people jumping to conclusions! JK XD


well nothing too important happened yesterday it was in fact a pretty average day. i went to school did my work and came home. well my yearbook teacher who also teaches yoga and my creative writting class went on a field trip today so she wasn't there. that means that absolutely no one was doing what they should've been doing in yearbook ecspecially, to make matters worse we have a deadline coming up and most of my pages are getting sent in to be printed and i just found out that there was a page i was assigned to that i didn't know about and absolutely nothing has been done on it and it's due monday! oh and the guy who is assigned to the page with me is never around. i also skipped yoga yesterday, i know it was bad but i hate doing yoga when the teachers away and the sub teaches us! but don't worry i got a stern talking to after she got back.

the danny report:
well danny still isn't completely over his sickness he still has a cough and he also denies that he got me sick. but he did and i know he's reading this *points at danny* you did get me sick because i know have your cough! danny was also kind enough that yesterday in first hour when i was talking to him he coughed right in my face!

my bro and i got into another play fight yesterday after i updated. this fight included me getting knocked out of my computer chair and being tackled in the hall way and repeatedly knocked over when i was trying to get up, but i'm alright.

well it is thursday and that means a new chapter to my story!
sorry this isn't the spell checked version! that one is on the school computer ^^;

"my friend rory"

chapter seven: one o' clock: the aftermath

i was taken outside by the police officer. as he walked down the stairs slow and gentle as to not upset my leg. he asked me questions maybe because he had to or maybe it was just a way to know that i was still alive. "what's your name?" he'd ask. "laylah" i'd respond. he asked me my age and if i was hurt in any other ways. "not physiclly" i wanted to tell him but emotionally i was a wreck but anyone would be had they just been through the same things that i had. once we made it passed the stairs i was once again in the main floor hallway. the very place all of this had started and i wished i could just go back to this morning, back to when i wasn't shot in the leg, to when my bestfriend wasn't dead and i wished in vain i could be that innocent girl again. then i wondered what would've happended if i had taken rory's advice? what if i had skipped school today? would rory have stopped killing when he did? would the boy who helped me be dead? what about mr. carter and the other students? so many what if's resided in my mind doing no good to me except to make me wonder "what if?"

i really wish that the police officer hadn't taken me down through the main hall. i also wished that i would've been smart enough to close my eyes so that i wouldn't have seen rory's aftermath. there were many cops on this floor flipping people over and taping things off with their yellow tape. for a moment i felt as if i was on one of those cop shows that you see on TV. it felt just like that except i knew it was all real and that these people were no actors and how they wouldn't wake up once someone yelled "cut". the police officers were also venturing in and out of the classrooms on this floor. as we walked passed the other officers i could feel the man holding me nod at each person we passed. as we walked i could see rory's first victims now being turned over. i could see the shocked expressions on their faces. the pain and surprise from their deaths evident on the young teen faces. i let out a horrified gasp and closed my eyes tighter then i ever had before. i silently prayed that my now dead classmates faces wouldn't haunt me for the remainder of my life. their spirits anger that i lived and they did not. as we ventured closer to the school's exit a thought struck me hard. "the bathroom" i whispered out, "huh?" i heard the officer say, "the bathroom, there are bodies in the girls bathroom." i told the man. the officer nodded and informed the other officers, i glanced at the bathroom door as we passed thinking only of julie and how her blood still stained my clothes.

it felt like it took an eternity to get out of the building but as soon as i felt that warm breeze on my face once again, i knew it was safe to reopen my eyes. the scene laid out before me was one i had only seen before in movies and the news. cop cars spread out along the parking lot as did ambulences. cops and paramedics also were running quickly here and there, not one person was standing still. news cameras and journalists had also set up shop outside the school. the second the officer and i stepped out of the school a swarm of photographers began taking our picture. the officer told them to back off and give us some space but they were relentless each one trying desperately to snap that perfect shot. "phil!" i heard a voice call out "yeah?" i heard the cop carrying me answer. i now knew the name of my second savior but i still longed to know the name of the first and i hoped that one day i would be able to ask him his name myself. "bring her over here" the other cop called. phil proceeded to turn away from the photographer and their clicking cameras and take me towards a cop car its doors wide open. "she needs an ambulence!" phil shouted. "i know but right now none of them are free. there's more on the way." the other cop told us. "well young lady this will have to do for now" phil told me as we reached the car. he lowered me down gently onto the seat. "lay down" he told me. "no" i said. "your injured you have to lay back" he reasoned with me, "no the last thing i wanna do right now is lay down" i told him. i didn't really care if i was being uncooprative with the officer, part of me felt that i had the right to be. the cop sighed defeatedly and helped me get situated to where i could sit up and still have my leg protected. "i'm going to get someone to wrap your leg" he told me. i nodded and with a pat on my shoulder he turned and left.

my eyes scanned the scene once again while i still had the chance.i ignored the photographers and news cameras as they still took their photo's. i suspected that the police had given them a warning not to talk to anyone because they made no move to come close to me. instead i looked up at the front of the tan building and how this morning it had just been nothing more then a simple school. it was something far different to me now. i looked up at the very top of the building where the bay window had once been. my eyes followed the same path that i knew rory's body had taken and i realized that i had yet to see if his body was still there. a sick anxiousness filled me i didn't really want to see rory's body but i had to check to see if it was there. i would never be able to rest my mind, to really believe that it was all over if i didn't check. i scanned down quickly checking the spot that i knew his body had fallen. to my horror his body still sat there covered by a white sheet stained red in places. "oh god" was all i could say as i stared at the outline of my former friend. was this all that remained of rory? a stained sheet?. more then anything in that moment i wanted to take my eyes off of him, but i couldn't i kept watching, kept staring with all my might maybe thinking that after all he would sit up.

a stray police officer must've seen me staring at his body because he had it moved mere seconds later. i watched as they loaded his body onto a strecher and perpaired to take it somewhere that i couldn't follow. with rory's body gone i was left all alone with my thoughts. it all felt strange to me, how i would never again speak to rory or hear his voice or laughter. it all almost seemed ridiculous that the only way i would ever see him again would be in photographs or my memories.

"laylah." i heard someone say and for a moment my mind faltered and i thought it was rory, i actually believed that it was him speaking to me, that he was still there. i looked to the speaker and saw it was once again phil the cop but he wasn't alone this time. standing next to phil was a young woman, a perimedic i persumed. "laylah this is miranda. she's going to put a turnicate on your leg, to stop the bleeding." phil told me. i nodded absentmindidly not really caring either way. i guess i was shell shocked from the whole experience but who wouldn't be? miranda the perimedic quickly wrapped my leg and i watched her for a bit. while i watched her i tried to imagine what it was that she was thinking. what did she think about me?, about all that had happened?, did this woman from the outside see me as a victim? as some poor thing to be cradled? and if she did i wondered why it bothered me so much.

before the woman could finish wrapping up my leg i heard my name being called once again. "layah!?!" this time it was a woman and her voice was wracked with sadness and it sounded as if she'd been crying. i looked up in the direction of the voice only to see the person i had least expected, my mother. she was standing dressed in her business suit looking entirely out of place in this scene. i was right my mother had been crying. her make up was running down her face and the wind had messed up her curly blonde hair. "mom" i teared up as i said these words. something inside me had broken the instant i saw her. it wasn't a bad breaking it was good, i was comforted seeing my mother and i felt like a small child once again. my mother took one look at me before bursting into tears and racing towards me. she reached me quickly and in her haste she had knocked miranda the perimedic onto the ground and away from me. my mother wrapped her loving arms around me and held me close to her chest. i wasn't ashamed anymore and i no longer felt like a child. i held my mother and cried not really caring who saw me.

"oh laylah" my mother began between her sobs. "i heard about the shooting on the radio this morning and raced here but they told me you were still in the school with the shooter! oh god laylah i was so worried about you" she wept. two things about the words she spoke had struck me as odd. the first odd thing she said was that she heard about the shooter and how she neglected to use rory's name. the second odd thing was how she hadn't mentioned my brother at all. a fearful thought struck me. "what if my brother was dead? was that why she made no mention of him? because she didn't want to upset me more then i already was?" i had to stop myself before i let my thoughts run away with me. "mom?" i said pulling myself away from my mother and perpairing to ask about the whereabouts of my younger brother.

before i could ask her anything i saw people walking up to us. two very tall men and it took me a moment before i realized that it was my father and brother. "dad!, alexander!" i called to them my eyes widening with relife and excitment to know that they were okay. the two of them called back to me and in a instant they were at my side. "laylah, honey your alright!" my father said now pulling me close to him. it was a hard thing for him to do because i was sitting and he was so tall, the same went for my brother. my father released me and it was now my brothers turn to hug me and celebrate the fact that i was alive. "alexander" i began "how did you get out? i was looking for you! i was so worried. is ellie with you?" these words left me so quickly i could barely hear them myself, so i was amazed that alexander had managed to understand me. alexander pulled away from me and sat down next to my left.

"well" he began. "when rory came into the school i was in the office making copies for ms. kirkland. i heard the gunshots and the office workers told me and everyone to remain in the office so i did. then that security guard went out to check and before he was shot he screamed that it was rory that was shooting people. when rory had come into the office i called to him and told him i was there. i thought for sure that he was gonna shoot me but he didn't and instead he told me i could leave. i asked him about you and he told me not to worry about it. i told him i wanted to find you but he threathened to shoot me so i stopped arguing. after i left the office i heard rory start shooting in there. i knew i should've left right then but i wanted to warn the people in the basement, so i ran down there and told ms.kirkland what was going on. ellie happened to be in ms.kirklands class at the time, so she and about five other kids went out of the building with me. i made sure the coast was clear and told them to go out before me, after they were out of the building i ran out too but i glanced back and saw rory heading into the bathroom." i gasped in surprise cutting my brother off. "i was in the bathroom at that time!" i told him. i realized that my brother and i had only just missed each other by a few moments.

my brother took a deep breath and continued. "after we got out of the school the six of us ran to the house across the street and i called the cops. i wanted to go back in the school and help more people but when the cops arrived they wouldn't let me." my brother stopped talking for a moment and looked at me sadly. "i saw you, you know" he began. "when you were talking to the cops and you asked about me but you were gone before the cops or i could say anything. i wanted to go back into the school then too but the cops threathend to arrest me so i didn't. after that mom and dad showed up and we waited until we saw rory fall out of the window." he laughed a bit as he said this. "i honestly couldn't believe it was rory at first. i never thought he was capable of doing something like that." my brother finished his story of the events, he sighed and ran his hands through his dark hair.

"where's ellie?" i asked alexander. my brother lifted his hand and pointed a few feet to the right. i followed his hand and saw my dear friend ellie, she too was with her parents. i could tell that ellie had been crying as she talked with her parents, maybe she sensed me looking at her or my brother pointing in her direction but either way ellie turned to look at us. the two of us just stared at each other for a moment and i knew we were both thinking the same thing: "we should've listened to rory"

ellie said something to her parents and pointed towards me and my family. ellie's parents nodded and the three of them began walking towards us. i smiled a little as ellie approached me. i've know ellie for along time but not as long as i knew rory and i was relieved to see that at least one of my dear friends made it out okay. "hi ellie" i said to her as she sat beside me on the ground, "you were shot laylah?!?" was her only reply. "yeah" i nodded "on accident" as we talked ellie's parents hugged and talked with my own parents. "i can't believe what he did." ellie said and she didn't have to say his name we all knew who she was talking about anyway. "yeah" my brother and i agreed, it felt odd and disturbing to be sitting here like this in the parking lot of our school after what had happened. "did you see rory do it?" ellie asked me as she rested her head on her knees. "do what?" i asked looking between ellie and my brother. "you know, kill himself. did you see him do it?" she asked again, and once again i nodded "yeah, he shot himself right infront of me" i told them. "we saw it too" alexander said, "what?" i asked surprised at his words "we saw rory crash through the window. we saw him hit the pavement." he told me, "it was awful" ellie added. i thought about what they had told me and came to the conclusion that in a way the three of us had all seen rory die. i had watched him shoot himself and my friends watched him fall the rest of the way, in a way rory had subjected all of his friends to watching his death play out.

there was silence between the three of us and that silence stayed as mine and ellie's parents went to talk with the cops. they stood a few feet away talking and it looked like my father was yelling at the police. while they were away i once again noticed the annoying flash of the photgraphers. this time they were snapping pictures of alexander, ellie, and i. i didn't pay them much notice because i didn't really care anymore. i was getting very tired and my leg was aching badly, i sighed and wondered when my ambulance would arrive. i didn't have to wonder for much longer because five shiny white ambulances pulled into the driveway of the school mere moments later. they stopped just a few feet from where we sat and i wondered if one of these was for me. a driver dressed up in navy exitied the ambulance, openend the back and pulled out a strecher. a cop walked up to him and they spoke breifly before the cop pointed at me and i knew it was my turn to go to the hospital.

the perimedic and the police officer walked towards me stopping only to breifly talk with my parents. "i think that's for you sis" alexander said, i nodded relived because to be honest i was starting to feel faint. as the cop and perimedic drew closer i reconized the cop as the same one from before, the cop named phil. "laylah we're taking you to the hospital now" phil told me, i nodded more then ready to go. my parents had come over to me as well "can we go with her?" my mother asked, "only one of you can ride with her" the perimedic said. my parents looked at one another "you go" my father told my mother, "alex and i will follow along in the car". my mother nodded and gave him a brief kiss. they lowered the strecher to the ground and the cop once again lifted me and set me down easily onto the strecher. they then lifted the strecher and wheeled me towards the awaiting ambulance. i waved to ellie and my brother half heartedly as they wheeled me away. my mother walked beside me and held my hand and before i knew it she and i were in the vechicle.

before they closed my ambulance door i could see the ambulance across from me open up. i saw a strecher being wheeled towards the ambulance and i gasped as i saw the person on the strecher was none other then the mystery boy himself! "wh-where is that boy going?" i asked the perimedic that sat in the back with my mother and i. "that boy there?" he asked pointing at the mystery boy. i nodded "well its one of our ambulances so he's going to the same hospital as you". i laid back happy to know that the boy was alright and that i would get my chance to thank him after all. i heard the ambulance start up and we began moving. i tried my hardest to stay awake during the ride but i was too comfortable and too warm for some reason and i quickly passed out.
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i hope you guys like this chapter!
~redmoonchick~
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Friday, February 23, 2007

bestfriends, ex-friends till the end
mood: very very sleepy
watching: jimmy kimmle live

hi,

so yeah after yesterday's throughly depressing post. i am happy to report that i am feeling better today. some thanks are in order so thank you to all the people who commented yesterday. you all made me feel so good. and ecspecially big thanks go out to hoaryu who left me the longest comment i've ever recieved and even sent me a follow up PM later to make sure i was alright! thank you hoaryu! *hugs for him*

well also yesterday i managed not to mention fall out boy! see lordsesshomaru i can do it! XD

hmmm well tomorrow our school is having a weird schedual day. where sixth hour will be during first hour, fifth hour during second hour, ect. which means i won't see danny until lunch time! boo new schedual you suck! i also wanted to ask you guys something:

1. could you guys tell me if the video in my profile works for you? it doesn't work on my home computer or the one at school so i was wondering.

something else that's been on my mind as of late is the otaku rankings here on the myo. a few ok a lot of my friends are senior otaku's or otaku ledgends. so i was wondering how does one achieve such a title? i mean i always thought it was just about popularity but i could be wrong so i thought i'd ask.

out of lack of anything else to talk about i decided to post a kinda funny story that again involves danny. (wow alot of my post have involved him lately) but i gotta stop posting about danny because i'm just feeding his already huge ego! (just kidding danny)

well a while back danny, my brother, and i were all sitting in the computer lab after school and danny was talking on aim to a girl he knew. i was sitting next to him so i read some of his conversation here and there but mostly i wasn't paying attention until danny told me something strange. he told me that the girl he was talking to claimed to have seen danny's "ghost" in her bedroom late at night. now danny and i found this hilarious so he told the girl that next time she saw his "ghost" that she should try to have sex with it and she said that she would try! (ok danny it's time to stop picking up girls from the loony bin!)

well after getting his permission i decided to post some pictures of danny since i talk about him so much.


ok this first one is what danny looks like everyday minus the hat


i just thought this one was funny it's him with wet hair


this is the other way danny usually looks notice the hat!

well i didn't just post pics of danny for no reason i wanted to ask your guys opinion on something. i really truly think danny looks like

this guy: pete wentz from fall out boy


or this guy brendon urie from panic! @ the disco


so what do you guys think? do you think my friend danny looks like either one of these guys?

alright time for me to go to bed if you read through this mostly pointless post thank you!
~redmoonchick~
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Thursday, February 22, 2007

"my friend rory" chapter five
my friend rory"

chapter five: noon: make a decision

rory's words struck me hard like a slap across the face. "infamous?" i wondered what he could mean, and i prayed silently that my hunch wasn't right.

rory was currently pulling me along behind him; his hand clutched tightly around my wrist. at first i wasn't sure where we were going but as we raced down the body filled hallway i realized it; we were heading upstairs. the floor upstairs held four classrooms. classrooms that at this point i wasn't sure were empty or full but because rory was heading up to these rooms i could guess that they were in fact full.

as the two of us moved i began to think. "should i be doing something to stop him?" i thought "was there anything i could do?, what could i possibly do to stop rory at this point? short of having him kill me and saving his future victims a few spare minutes."

my thoughts transferred from what i could do to help the other students to the other students. what were they thinking right now? what thoughts were playing through there minds? did they know they were doomed? or by chance did they think they were free? it was all too much for me to bare. there was no way i could stand idly by and let rory kill those remaining students. i still didn't know how many people had managed to get out or if my brother and ellie were one of them.

"rory what if my brother and ellie are upstairs?" i asked him "im not sure yet" he said and it made my blood run cold. "your not going to kill them are you?" i asked not terrified praying that ellie and my brother weren't upstairs.

the two of us had reached the top floor everything was silent and the doors in the hall were closed and the lights in the room off. it left everything in the hall with a atmosphere of death as if the school itself were reflecting the actions that had taken place in it. rory let go of my wrist and i noticed a fine purple bruise was forming; rory's fingermarks etched into my skin. rory moved slow and quietly towards the first door in the hall, the computer lab. he reached out slowly and took the door handle turning it and pulling; the door rattled roughly but didn't open, it was locked. "damn" rory muttered as if he hadn't perdicted that the door would be locked. rory appeared to think for a moment considering his options before he raised his foot and kicked the door hard. the door let out a loud rattle; rory kicked again harder this time. the glass in the door broke and shattered covering rory's leg in fragments.

"success" rory exclaimed he carefully reached his hand into the now broken glass of the door reaching down he grabbed the handle from the inside and gave it a pull. the door opened mercilessly before rory; he looked back at me grinned and went inside. for a moment i was tempted to stay in the hall believing that if i didn't see it take place then it wasn't real.

"laylah" i heard rory say from inside the classroom "come here". i flinched as i heard his words but remorsefully i followed him knowing that i would have to make a choice now; there was no time to wait, no time to properly think it over. if the roles were reversed and i was trapped in a classroom about to be killed wouldn't i want someone to help me? it was then that i decided; it was in that moment that i knew what i had to do but i had to see what rory would do first.

inside the computer class the students were huddled together on the floor by the teachers desk. the teacher in question mr. carter was too on the floor huddled by his desk except he was sitting in front of his students in what i'd guess was a last ditch effort to save them. the students in the class at that time ranged from seniors to freshman but there was no doubt that all the students were terrified. most of the girls in the class had burst into tears at the sight of rory and it made me wonder why i was no longer crying; wasn't i scared too? my eyes quickly scanned the students in the class as did rory's and to my relife neither ellie or my brother appeared to be in the class.

"alright" rory began. "everybody listen up! the cops are here now and so are the news cameras now heres the deal; i want to go down in history as a legend so now i'm going to kill you all." he said in an emotionless way. at his words more people gasped and cried in fear; i could see them all visibley shaken knowing full well that these could be their last moments. i had also made a decision based on rory's words i decided that now would be a good time to go ahead with my plan; it was just that i couldn't really think of a way to stop rory; that was until i saw a boy in the class staring at me. i moved my head a bit so rory wouldn't notice me and looked at the boy. he was a student i had seen many times but had never actually spoken to; i didn't know his name or what grade he was in but right now none of that was important. the boy seemed to be signalling to me in some way but i couldn't really tell what he meant.

"please rory tell me why your doing this?" we heard mr. carter ask. i knew what mr. carter was doing; he was buying time for himself and the students. "that's not important" rory answered; while rory was distracted by his conversation with mr. carter i was still trying to figure out what the mystery boy was saying to me. he lifted his hands up a little trying his best not to draw attention to himself; he pushed his hands forward like he was grabbing or pushing something. i must've still looked confused because he then mouthed the words to me; from what i could tell he was saying "distract him" he then pointed at rory and i knew it was what he meant. i shook my head softly "no" i mouthed thankful that the boy and i were behind rory. i brought my finger to my throat and slid it across then pointed at him signing that this stunt would get him killed. while the boy and i were still signing rory and mr. carter were still talking; about what i wasn't sure. i watched the boy mouth the words "do it' thankfull once again that i was close enough to him to be able to accurately read his lips.

i nodded seeing that this was finally my chance to pull off my plan. i saw the boy nod at me he appeared as a mix of anxiety and nerves and i realized that i was the same; i saw the boy sort of get up a little ready to jump up at any moment. i glanced at rory's back checking where he was currently holding his weapon; i took a deep breath trying hard not to think of it as my last. i glanced at the boy once more.

"rory!" i half shouted half said. he turned and looked at me surprised. "what?" he asked sounding slightly annoyed "i-i thought i heard something in the hall. what if its the cops?" i said to him; "really?" he asked. i nodded "please, please fall for it" i pleaded to him in my head; he looked at me for a moment before he turned and walked past me heading slowly towards the hall. before rory could reach the hall the unknow boy had leapt up to his feet; he dashed over towards rory jumping on his back "the hell?" rory cried out as he felt the larger boy tackle him. the duo fell to the ground just outside the classroom door; the gun slipping out of rory's hand and skidding across the hall floor. rory and the boy were now struggling on the floor; rory was fighting to once again take hold of his gun and the boy was fighting to keep rory down. the two of them were throwing punches and now rory's lip was bleeding and the boy had a large scratch on the side of his face.

"grab the gun!" the boy yelled at me; i was snapped from my daze by this and instantly ran to the hall "laylah no!" rory screamed at me. just as i reached the gun rory had kicked the boy squarely in the chest; rory was now laying stomach down on the floor he too was now scrambling for the gun. i grabbed it first but before i could flee with it a hand grabbed my arm firmly; "i don't think so laylah" rory muttered to me. rory looked positivly crazy; the fight had left him disheveled and bleeding; rory began bending my arm in an unatural way causing me pain. rory continued holding my arm in this way until i was on the ground in front of him; with his other hand he pryed the gun from my hands.

"its over" i thought desperately; rory now had the gun he had his power back i was dead for sure. before i gave up i willed myself to try once more despite what may happen to me; rory was standing before me huffing and breathing wildly. "this is it" i thought i scooted a bit closer to him lifted my leg and swiftly kicked him in his dick; pain showed on his face and he dropped to his knees; during his fall to the floor the gun had gone off with a sharp "bang" and i felt a white hot pain filling me.

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Friday, February 16, 2007

my friend rory chapter four
chapter four: eleven thirty: hell on earth

once i had reached the main hallway i immdently wished that i had never left that bathroom stall. the bodies of students littered the hallway. the blood from the students was also now flowing everywhere; i slid in it slightly as i moved away from the bathroom. behind me i heard rory coming my first instinct was to run but i wanted to see who had been killed; i had to make sure my brother and ellie were alright. my eyes scanned the hall silently counting each body my total came to fifty five bodies in the hallway alone. i had wondered how rory managed this until i saw a persumably empty semi automatic gun laying in the hallway discarded next to the bathroom door. "it's empty" i heard rory say from behind me, i turned quickly to face him. "why rory?, why are you doing this?" i asked so out of myself that i wasn't quite sure i'd even understand the answer he'd give me. "these people deserve this layla!" rory said montioning his hand to signify the massive damage he had inflicted. "are there more?" i asked praying that he'd say no "not too many more" he began "i caught alot of them when they were running downstairs and trying to get outside" he stated. i was afraid of the person who stood before me, it was no longer my friend rory it was a person who obviously went over the deep end. rory was now nothing more then a monster.

i turned away from rory and scanned the bodies again looking for the clothes that my brother and ellie were wearing that day, i was relived when i didn't find any sign of them but i shuddered to think of all the places i'd still have to look. i remembered that rory had said that he shot people inside classrooms; i instantly raced to the classroom i had been sitting in just thirty minutes ago. inside the classroom was no better then out in the hall, tables were turned onto their sides probably used as make shift shields and the chalkboard was cracked and shattered by a bullet. our teacher mr. stevens was laying dead infront of the board his back stained with chalk. i went to where we'd been sitting and peeked over the flipped table afraid of what i'd find, to my relief neither of them was here either. from the windows in the classroom i could see the street outside; i also noticed that some of the students had made it outside as well. i could see that the police had blocked the streets off all except for news vans which were also parked outside the building. how long would it be before this was all over the news? would my parents see the report? would they think i was alive or dead? all these questions raced my mind, questions i vowed to anwser once i found my brother dead or alive.

from inside the classroom i could hear a TV on from somewhere, i followed the sound as it lead me to the school's office an area i now feared to tread. despite myself i entered the office anyway and found rory was watching the TV he had it turned to the local news channel that was currently showing a picture of our school. a newscaster soon replaced the photo and rory turned up the volume using a remote he held in his hand. "this is sarah jenkins live at the scene of a school shooting at clearview highschool. we have little information about the shooting including the identidiy of the shooter but we do know that he is a male student. we will keep you updated as the stroy proresses" the newscaster left the screen and a helicopter's eye view of the school was shown.

"i'm famous" rory said proudly. "you should turn yourself in" i suggested to rory, "are you crazy? i'm not done yet! we have to keep the police from coming in here..." he stalled off as if he was thinking. he looked up grinning "i have an idea, come on" he said grabbing my arm and pulling me towards the pricipals office. "what's your idea rory?" i asked sickened to find the secretaries bodies under their desk's lifeless. the principal's office on the other hand was empty "did you kill mr. radcliff?" i asked "yeah, he was trying to stop me" rory said climbing up on the principal's desk "to anwser your first question layla, my idea is to take you as my hostage"

"what?" i thought not clearly understanding what he meant. clearly the situation had gotten worse. rory was slowing losing it right in front of me i was terrified. the further rory slipped into insanity the less likely it became that i would escape with my life.

i watched as rory glanced out the window that was located just above the principals desk. i wasn't really sure what he was looking for i didn't ask; i just sat and watched trying hard not to think about the two dead bodies that lay just beyond the office. i was snapped from my thoughts by rory climbing off the principal's desk. while i watched him i contemplated grabbing the gun from him and even possibly shooting him while i had the chance; but i was cowardly and stood my ground as i watched rory safely press his feet to it. he turned and looked at me but said nothing and i was the same. a huge amount of silence grew between us but we kept eye contact oh god how i wanted to look away. finally rory broke the contact and glanced again to the television continuing to watch the news cast.

"get up to the window" rory told me. his eyes still glued to the TV.

i did as he said using the principals swivvle chair to climb atop the desk. i kneeled on the desk infront of the medium sized window sickended when i realized that i was kneeling in blood left by rory's shoes. i looked back at rory unsure of what to do next. he was now gazing at me instead of the TV.

"uh-what now?" i asked him frightened that the smallest word from me might set him off.

"unlatch the window and get the cop's attention" rory said now holding his gun level with my back. i glanced to the gun; rory saw and laughed a bit.

"don't worry it's just for show" he started motioning the gun towards me as a signal to get a move on with the plan. once again i followed rort's orders and unlatched the window. i felt the warm spring breeze hit my face and i couldn't help but wonder if this would be the last day of my life; and for how many countless others it was. now my goal was to get the police's attention but what to do? should i just yell? or throw something? before i could make up my mind on what my distraction would be the police noticed me.

"hey there's a girl in that window" i heard one of them yell. almost instantly all eyes were on me. one of the cops had grabbed a microphone and proceeded to talk to me.

"young lady! tell us what's your name?, are you hurt?, where's the shooter?" he yelled at me.

i was silent rory hadn't told me what to say. did he want me to say anything at all? i was about to ask him what i should do next when he spoke first.

"yes it worked!" i heard him excitily say. i turned once again to look at him and the TV which by now i knew he was staring at. the TV newscast had changed from a overhead shot of the school from a helicopter most likely. the view had changed to a straight close up of the school, of the principal's window to be exact. the camera was pointing directly at me. i was too far away from the television to see myself clearly; but maybe i didn't want to see myself in that situation. did i really want to see it on TV? because if it was on the news then it meant that it was real and i had realized that this whole time a part of me had believed that it wasn't real; though i didn't see now how that was possible.

"were famous laylah!" rory exclaimed as if we had won some sort of award or that we were famous for a good reason. he looked at me with excitied glee filled eyes and emptiness filled me. rory really did believe that this exposure was a good thing and i had recalled in other stories of school violence that the shooter was always desperate for attention.

"keep going laylah, tell them your name so our fame will continue." he spoke softer now his eyes gazing adoringly at the newscast. as i perpaired to speak to the police i realized that i could hear the reporter talking through the TV.

"its a horror story here at clearview highschool" the reporter began, her voice showing all the emotion of a somewhat interested participant in the action. "a teen boy whose identidity is still unknow; brought a gun to school today and began shooting his classmates." i was slightly sickened to hear our situation being catogorized so casually. i perdicted that after everything was said and done the clearview school shooting would be told as another classic case of a picked on kid who snapped and killed his tormentors. the reporter babbled on: "it appears the boy has taken a female student hostage. police are trying to get anwsers from her as we speak."

"young lady please anwser us!" i heard the police yell at me. "m-my name is laylah hodge!" i yelled back at them. for some reason this simple anwser caused me to break and tears flowed freely from my eyes. maybe it was the fact that someone would help; maybe it was that i felt that i was safe now. either way i was crying. "and do you know the shooters name?" the police called to me. "yes," i called back "its my friend rory-rory daniels" almost instantly ours names were broadcasted over the TV. " we now know the name of the shooter. its a sixteen year old named rory. his female hostage is a seventeen year old named laylah"

"you see now laylah? were totally famous." rory told me; as if i be pleased that i was on TV for this reason. "laylah are you hurt? do you know how many people are dead?" the police asked. "i'm not hurt but alot of people are dead." "how many laylah?" the asked me. i didn't know; "why are they badgering me? its not time for twenty questions" i thought slightly angry at the people who were suppose to be saving me.

"i-i don't know; all i know is that its alot" i told them in all honesty. i hadn't gone through each body and counted them indivually hell i couldn't even find my brother or ellie. i decided at that point that it was now my turn to ask the questions. "did anyone get out?" i asked eagerly. praying that my brother and ellie had managed to escape and were now safely outside. "yes a few people got out when it all began" they said "why are you looking for someone?" "yes my younger brother. his name is alexander" i said apphrehensivly. i was afraid that they'd tell me no and that my brother was still trapped in this hellhole.

i never got an answer from that police officer because at that moment rory grabbed my arm and pulled me down from the desk. i fell backwards onto the office floor; it wasn't too far of a fall so i wasn't hurt. as i was perpairing to get up i noticed that my knees were stained crimson; the blood from the desk.

"what are you going to do now rory?" i asked apprehensively, somewhat afraid to know the answer. he just looked at me a smirk plastered on his face.

"i'm going to become infamous"

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Thursday, February 15, 2007

my friend rory chapter three
chapter three: almost eleven: terror kills quickly

the rest of first hour past by relitivly normally and slowly as did second and third hour. ellie and i did our work peacefully just living yet another day at school. it was now the beginning of fourth hour and i decided to tell ellie about the somewhat cryptic message left on rory's myspace. "yeah that's a weird post" ellie said while scribbling down notes from the blackboard. while she did that i watched some of the other students in the class. a group of kids in the corner ecspecially a boy named danny was listening to his c.d. player while taking pictures of himself with his camera phone. his two friends girl's named danielle and cassie were talking and laughing at things that no one else would find funny. other students were listening half heartedly to the teacher as he droned on about something that no one really cared about. i raised my hand to go to the bathroom and left the classroom glancing back at the class just once before heading to the out the door. as i pushed the bathroom door opened and entered i heard the front doors of the school bang opened and closed again i thought nothing of it and kept on my way.

i was only in the bathroom for about a minute and i was about to exit the stall to wash my hands when i heard a loud ringing echo throughout the school after my intial shock i quickly realized that it was just the fire alarm. i heard the bathroom door open and a womans voice call out "any students in here need to exit immedently we're having a fire drill"
i didn't say anything as i was tempted to just hide out in the bathroom until the drill was over. from the bathroom i could hear all the noises coming from the hallway. i could hear everyone talking the same old normal chatter between students until something not so normal cut in to the mundane mix. "he's got a gun!" i heard someone yell, i froze unsure if this was a joke or not but it had to be a joke! there was no way that anything like that would happen at my school i thought franticly. i placed my hand on the handle of the stall perpairing to exit until i heard another yell "everyone run!" it was then that i heard a mass of yelling and the most bonechilling sound i've ever heard gunshots.

"oh god he just shot mark!" someone yelled, i knew who mark was it was the humble security guard that worked at the school. a panic broke out in the school and i felt my heart drop to my feet and i realized that other girls were in the bathroom with me. i heard one of them ask: "is this for real?" i heard her ask "yeah i think so" another answered. i wanted to answer too i wanted to tell the girls not to say anything lest we be caught and shot like the students unlucky enough to be out in the hall. it was then in my greed for my own safety that i remembered that my brother and ellie were still out there! still in danger but i couldn't bring myself to move. more gunshots rang out and still more screaming followed, i recoiled against the back wall of the stall. tears leaking from my eyes. "who-who would bring a gun to school?" i wondered desperately was it some crazed man that broke into the school? or a more terrifying thought was it a student? and if it was then who?

before my thoughts could continue i heard the bathroom door fly open and i froze my heart stopped beating at least that's what it felt like. it more so felt like a new terror unlike anything i had ever felt before. hysterical crying was heard inside the bathroom and i knew it was a student "help me! for the love of god someone help me!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. i heard her try to pull open the stall next to mine but to no evail. "let me in please! please i don't wanna die!" she cried "no" the girl in the stall said "you'll get us all killed!" she screamed at the hysterical girl "please! how can you do that?!? please! i don't wanna die in the bathroom!" she was pleading i couldn't take it i couldn't hear someone beg for their life like that. in a moment of bravery i pulled open my stall and peaked out; i saw the girl standing there her face a wreck make up ran down her eyes and she was shaking uncontrollably; i also noticed something i wish i hadn't her shirt was covered in blood. i reconized the girl as a junior named julie "get in here!" i yelled at her she raced to my stall and squeezed herself inside with me "thank you! oh god thank you!" she cried clutching on to me as if i had done something more remarkable then open a door.

i quieted her down a bit "what's going on out there?" i asked feeling no more braver then before i had let her in my stall. "my boyfriend got shot he's dead!" she sobbed out. "but who? who has the gun?" i asked franticly, before i could hear her answer the bathroom door opened again and this time i was sure it wasn't another survivor. it was far too quiet to be anyone who had just escaped being shot. i heard the hollowed footsteps walking in a even tone, as i heard those steps i thought about everything i had ever seen or heard about school shootings, i was trying to remember what those survivors did to live through the experience but i could almost garuntee that none of them were cornered in a bathroom by the shooter. the steps grew closer and my heart beat faster so fast i was sure everyone could hear it, i was sure we'd be caught. just as suddenly as the footsteps had started they stopped and i sick silence filled the echous bathroom.

"it's no use in hiding i know you girls are in here" the shooter said right away i knew the shooter was a boy but i couldn't tell who it was. was it a student that went to our school? "girls don't be afraid i'll make it nice and quick" the voice said, as the words left his mouth a sick sense of realization struck me. i knew who the shooter was, words echoed into my head "don't go to school tomorrow alright?" suddenly the stall door julie and i had been residing in was swiftly kicked. in all truthfulness i had expected the shooter to just shoot up the door thus killing us for sure. i found my self praying as the door was kicked again this time forcing it off it's hinges. julie started to cry hard and to be honest i wanted to but couldn't no tears would come to me as i saw the face of the shooter. it all sunk in the shooter standing before us holding his weapon proudly was none other then my friend rory.

"this is it" i thought "i'm going to die here at school in the girls bathroom killed by my friend who went on a murderous rampage" i waited for the sound, the last sound i would ever hear the shot of the gun that would blow me away, but that shot never came.
"layla?" i heard my name being said i opened my eyes slowly looking up at rory from the floor where julie and i had huddled. i saw rory truly now his face shown a true surprise at my being there and i was sure if i wasn't so scared my face would show the same. "why are you here today?!?" rory yelled at me "i-i-don't know!" i said honestly afraid. even though rory was my friend there was still no certanity that he wouldn't shoot me. "i told you not to come to school today! i told you!" he said "i know i'm sorry i didn't know you'd kill people, i-i never thought you'd kill people!" i found myself cowering in fear from him. "relax layla" he began "i'm not going to kill you, your my friend" rory said calmly "but everyone else here is dead" he told me glaring at julie. "what he's going to keep killing?" i thought "no rory please don't kill anyone else!" i begged "sorry layla, i have to keep going" julie screamed and before i could do or say anything a shot was fired.

my eyes widened i felt a warm stickyness on my face and hands. i turned to look at julie who was right next to me, to my horror julie was dead a bullet hole adorned her neck and a sicking feeling hit me as i realized that it was julie's blood that now covered my face and hands. i screamed and the tears that had had refused to come before now were rushing down my face. rory turned away from me "it had to be done" he said in a somber tone "now for the others" he whispered "no rory!" i yelled still crying. i got over my shock and crawled away from julies body trying my best not to touch her corpse. "please rory don't do it don't!" i yelled with all my might; rory looked back at me smiling. in the light of the bathroom i could see the gun he was holding it was a small pistol he also had other guns strapped to him along with loads of amunition. "the guns are nothing fancy just enough to get the job done" rory told me as he caught me staring at them.

"i better hurry, layla get out of here" he said "rory stop" was all i could manage to say and even that barely came out as more then a whisper. "did your brother and ellie come to school too?" he asked "yes" i whispered, "how could i have forgotten them?" i wondered. "i can't promise that their alive" rory told me "you better go look for them. i wanted to stay, i wanted to help those girls still trapped in the bathroom but the urge to look for my brother was far greater, i was still undecided until rory whispered these words to me "if you don't go i'll shoot you layla" with those words i left the bathroom cying. i was out in the hall when i heard the screams and the echoing sound of gunfire.


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Monday, January 29, 2007

my friend rory chapters one and two
chapter one: three hours after midnight

it was about fifteen minutes after three o' clock in the morning on a late thursday night or friday morning depending on how you look at it. it was this morning that i was awake in room darkened except for the glow of the computer screen at the desk by my window. i should've been asleep that night because after all i did have school the next day. i was sitting on my bed contemplating whether or not to go to sleep or just stay up and wait for school to start. i flopped back on to my bed staring up at the celing not really doing anything i wasn't even sure why i was awake everyone else in my home was alreay fast asleep except for maybe my younger brother who was probably watching a movie in his room. my sighs filled the room as i continued to lay bored out of my mind twirling a stand of my dark red hair around my index finger. " i could get on the internet" i thought "yeah i haven't checked my myspace in awhile" i decided rolling out of bed and sitting down at my computer. i glanced at the time in the corner it was almost three thirty i silently logged on to the net and proceeded to go to my myspace page. before i had the chance to log on a instant message popped up infront of me. it was my friend rory from school "why is he up so late?" i wondered for a moment before reading his message:

Redking: hey

Poeticsoul: hey, what ru doing up so late?

Redking: nothing just thinking mostly. what about you?

Poeticsoul: the same

it was strange rory was never this calm during our net chats. rory was always joking around and saying stupid stuff. i blamed his sudden calmness on it being so late at night but there couldv'e been another reason for it. rory wasn't like anyone at our highschool he didn't dress or act like anyone else there. he was a true individual but it wasn't exactly a good thing. rory's uniqueness caused alot of people to dislike him and even bully him. it was never anything serious and rory could hold his own when it came to verbal fights. today at school was different though during third hour a group of guys ganged up on rory and beat him up in a closed off hallway. rory fought back and got pretty messed up but so did his attackers. rory stayed at school the rest of the day refusing to leave he claimed he was fine but you could tell he was upset:

Poeticsoul: are you ok?

Redking: just fine y?

Poeticsoul: no reason i was just thinking about what happened today

Redking: are you kidding that was nothing!!!

Poeticsoul: it just looked like it upset you that's all

Redking: y would i let those dick's bug me?

Redking: anyway new topic: are you going to school tomorrow?

Poeticsoul: i was planning on it y?

Redking: don't go to school tomorrow

"ok that's pretty weird" i thought to myself "why wouldn't he want me at school?"

Poeticsoul: y?

Redking: just don't alright. you or your brother don't come to school tomorrow!

Poeticsoul: i don't think that's a good enough reason to convince my mom

i waited for rory to anwser me but he didn't atleast not right away:

Poeticsoul: hello? rory? you there?

it was atleast two more minutes before rory answered me:

Redking: yeah i'm here

Poeticsoul: what were you doing?

Redking: nothing worth mentioning. now back to the school subject i don't want you to go cause i wanted you, me, and ellie to skip school tomorrow so we can see a movie or something

Poeticsoul: well i'll see what i can do but ellie already agreed to this?

Redking: yup i talked to her earlier

"rory must be upset about today and that's why he wants to skip" i thought "but theres no way my mom's gonna let me miss tomorrow... i'll just tell him that i'm gonna"

Poeticsoul: alright rory i'll skip tomorrow. r we gonna meet somewhere or something?

Redking: yeah i'll call you and tell you where we'll meet

Redking: i'm gonna go to sleep now

Poeticsoul: alright i'll see you tomorrow then goodnight

Redking: night


my conversation with rory left me with an uneasy feeling though i wasn't sure why. after our talk i no longer felt like surfing the net though for some reason i was compelled to visit rory's myspace page which i did. all seemed normal on his site so i read his latest blog entry which i was surprised to see was posted during the three minutes that rory stopped talking to me. i read the post which was short and strange. the post consisted of three words it read:

"goodnight and goodbye"

that was definitly weird and my first thought was that maybe rory was on drugs or something
or maybe he was just going through a depressed phase? either way it just wasn't normal rory. it was then that i remembered something that rory had said earlier in our conversation he had said that our friend ellie was skipping school tomorrow too. was she really gonna? she couldn't picture ellie going along with such a abstract plan. i glanced at the clock once again it was now a minute to four fifteen in the morning. "theres no way that ellie is up" i stated but this whole rory situation felt like a big deal maybe ellie thought so too? i looked up ellies email adress and wrote her a short email:

"hey elllie did you talk to rory lately he's acting really strange what do you think? write me back as soon as you read this!!!
p.s are you going to school tomorrow? rory told me not to.
-layla"

i sent the email and decided to log off but not before i checked to see if rory was really off the net. i don't know what i was expecting but he really was off the net. i sighed wondering if i had blown the whole situation out of porportion. i logged off my computer and made my way to my bed flopping down on it to atleast get three hours of sleep.


chapter two: seven o' clock on a friday morning

i was awakened in the morning by my younger brother who was already fully dressed poking my forehead until i woke up. "why are you still sleeping?" he asked "usually your up before i am!" he laughed and strode out of my room. i wanted to anwser my brother but to be honest i hadn't know why i didn't wake up. i picked up my alarm clock and realized that in the events of last night i had stupidly forgotten to set it. as i stood and streched i thoughtn about last night and how in the morning light it did seem as if i was overreacting my friends did say that i was something of a worrier. thinking about my friends led me to remember the email i had sent ellie last night. i logged onto my computer as i waited for it to load up i dressed quickly hoping that ellie had checked her email sometime during the morning and that she had the sense to write me back. as soon as the computer loaded i eagerly checked my mail and grinned as i saw a reply to the email i had sent:

"hey, yeah i talked to rory last night. i agree he was acting alittle weird but since when is he normal? i told rory that i wouldn't go to school today but my mom is making me so i'll see you there?-ellie'

i wasn't sure if i was relived that ellie agreed with me about rory's behavior or if it made me worry more. i stuck my hair into a ponytail checking the clock it was about seven twenty five "were gonna be late" i sighed grabbed my bag and headed downstairs. my brother and i climbed into my father's car "your going to be a few minutes late" he said as he put out the cigarette he had been smoking "it's fine nothing ever happens during first hour anyway's" i told him. as we drove i stared out the window at the seemingly perfect day it was warm and sunny and it looked like it was the perfect start to a good weekend.

"hey sis?" i heard my brother say. i turned to look at him "hmmm?" i mumbled back 'i got a text from rory that says not to go to school today, what's that about?"

"oh that's nothing, don't worry about it" i told him. he shrugged and went back to messing with his cell phone. we arrived at school at seven fourty six only a minute late. we waved goodbye to my dad and headed inside for a normal day of school. once we were inside the school my brother and i went seperate ways but we always meet up again for breakfast. i climbed the stairs that lead to my first hour as i climbed i passed a few classmates i greeted them and continued on my way. the upstairs hallway was the same as usual people were walking around and standing by the large window at the end of the hall. i entered my first hour class curious to see if rory had shown up or not. my curiosity was satisfied when i saw that rory was infact not at school today but ellie was. i sat at my normal table that i shared with rory and ellie. as i stared at rory's empty chair i felt bad, what if rory really had wanted us to skip with him? now he'd be all alone.

"did you get my email?" ellie asked i nodded "yeah" i said.
"were you surprised that he's not here today?" i asked her "kinda but not really i mean he basiclly told us he was skipping" she said "yeah i guess he'll be watching that movie alone" i laughed a bit to make myself feel better for some reason i had gotten very depressed in the last few minutes. "what do you mean movie?" ellie asked "you know the movie rory told us to skip school for" i stated "rory didn't tell me anything about a movie" ellie said "what?" i asked confused "then what did he tell you?"
"well he said that we could go shopping or whatever, he never really stated anything specific" ellie told me.

now i was confused why would rory tell us two different things? had he changed his mind betweem the time he talked to me and the time he talked to ellie? i shrugged it off as a boy who was indecisive no longer worrying about rory i figured he was at home sleeping or something mundane like that.
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