Pretty Girls Make Graves

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Everything seemed at ease. I was to stay in hospital for another week or two until I could go back to school. Sandra and Paul came to see me everyday, making sure I had books and things to do. They cared for me so much that I felt a pang of guilt every time they came. I should have died not Casey. Casey deserved the love and care from her parents not me. Billy and Stu came and saw me every morning just before 11:00 when break started. I insisted to Billy that I was fine and that he should try and stay in school as much as he could. It wasn't doing him any good spending all his days with me in hospital, despite him arguing with me and saying it was. I wanted him to do well in school so he could maybe find a job in the future. "What do you want to do in the future, Billy?" I had asked him. "Spend every living daylight with you, silly" He replied. I smiled at this and told him "That's not a job". I explained to him that I wanted him to have a good chance of getting a job, but he just rolled his eyes and dismissed the thought. We never spoke about it again but he stopped spending all his time with me and only came during school break and after hours where I'd open the window for him and he'd be the Spider-Man he was and climbed through with no trouble.

I still felt my heat skip a beat when a police officer walked by or kindly said hi to me in the street. Everyone knew about what had 'supposedly' happened to me Stu and Billy and were surprisingly sympathetic. The girl who made fun of me In Film Studies apologised repeatedly and sent me flowers. Randy, who was supposed to die by the way, was still just as clueless as Gale Weathers with what happened that night. Gale had broken through security multiple times to speak to me. I gave her the same answer and yet she still wrote it down. I don't think she ever got her head checked after Stu smacked a metal pole over it. Well clearly she didn't remember who hit her. When I remembered that she had put something on top of the Tv, I sent Stu to go and see what it was. It was a camera which had filmed the night. It was such a close call, if Gale had remembered that was there or someone else found it, we would be screwed and in jail right now. Dewey was fine as well, wounded only by a shot in the leg, which was treated swiftly. They were all supposed to die but were left to Stu to kill, so I wasn't to surprised when they all pulled through. In the end I was glad Randy made it out alive. We had a weird friendship that I'd miss dearly. Stu told me repeatedly that Randy had a crush on me but when I asked him he shrugged it off. Suspicious.

Everything seemed to fall into place. I'd hoped it would be better and it was. At least maybe I hoped to much.

A/N: 12/3/23

Should I try and write a sequel? If so vote on this chapter and i'll see how many of you would be interested! <3