"Then just decide!!!" Gun shots sliced through the air. The students of King High ducked and ran for cover. Screams of terror and feelings of fear replaced the laughs of happy prom go-ers. What was supposed to be a night to remember, a night of good memories turned out to be a night everyone wishes they could forget, a night where everyone lost something important in their lives.

Spencer slowly opened her eyes, trying to adjust to the eerie brightness of the white room. She tried to sit up, but quickly fell back down. As her head re-hit the pillow, a wave of pain rippled through her head. She felt as if her brain exploded. Or maybe she just wished it had, that way she could forget it all.

Hello. My name is Spencer Carlin and this is my bullet theory

   "What the hell??"
   "Spencer!!" Glen rushed into the room. Spencer noticed that he had a bandage on his left shoulder.
   "Oh my god. Glen, are you okay??" She sat up again, but quickly regretted it. Her hands covered the back of her head and she tried to ease the pounding pain in her skull.
   "I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Spence." He let out a dry, nearly forced laugh. "You hit you’re head pretty damn hard when you fell. You’ve been knocked out for the past three hours."
   "Where’s everyone else? Kyla, Clay, Ashley? Where are they? Hell, where’s Aiden? Are they okay?"
   "Kyla’s fine, she went home to rest. Aiden’s arm was grazed but that’s all. Ashley was hit in the stomach. She lost a lot of blood before they got to her. But she’s stable now. You can go see her later on. Clay, he ummm…" He grabbed her hand and looked at Spencer with tears running down his cheeks. "He jumped in front of Chelsea, to save her and the baby. The bullet, it uh, went through his heart. He didn’t make it, Spence. He’s gone."
   "No, no, no, no, no. He’s not, Glen, he can’t be. Not Clay. No." She began to shake her head back and forth. This information did not help the pain, nearly did the tears that had began to leak out of her eyes. "No, he didn’t deserve this. He was going to be a father, a great father. It’s not possible. Tell me you’re joking. Glen, tell me that you are fucking joking. Damn it, Tell me!!!"

Glen just sat there beside her. When she finished screaming he wrapped her up in his arms. Not caring about the sharp pain that his shoulder held. He let her cry it all out onto his shoulder. And he cried with her.

This is the story of how everything fell out from underneath my feet, the disaster that started it all, and the people it changed. This is the story of what was supposed to be my Night in Paradise. Instead, it was the night that haunts my sleep. It was the night everything fell apart. My friends, my family, my love, and myself.

all i got for now. comment and i’ll continue later. <3