Suddenly a loud thud came from behind, and there was Bailey's unconscious body. We both turned around, and my mouth dropped. Sam and Tara did it, thank God. But now the only problem left was Ethan.
He lets go of my arms, pulls me into a sitting position, and gently cups my face. "I wasn't supposed to. I...I," He stutters softly and comes closer, almost in tears. His eyes studied my face, and I couldn't look away.
And for a moment, I felt empathy for him. I don't know why, but I feel bad. Even after everything he did. Something inside of me wanted to give him another chance and forgive him. I knew it was selfish, so I did what I had to.
Ethan was so fixated on me that he didn't even notice me grabbing the knife as he slid away. "I'm sorry; I promise I'll make it up to you," Ethan says softly as he stares into my eyes. Promise, what a fucking lie!
He pulls me in and kisses me passionately. This took me by surprise, but I kissed back. Oh, how I miss this, Ethan. Ethan Landry is the cute, sweet, dorky boy who wouldn't hurt a fly and is not a total psychotic murderer.
As we kiss, I tighten the grip I have on the knife. We finally pulled apart, and he deeply stared into his eyes, distracted again. "I'm sorry too," I say, and he furrows his eyes in confusion but widens them when he realizes. But it was too late. The knife in my hands was now in the middle of his chest. My hands trembled as I took the knife out of his chest. He falls to the ground, blood pouring everywhere. Blood on the knife in my hands. I stood up and looked down at his lifeless body.
"Lauren," a voice behind me says. It was Tara, with Sam standing beside her. Dropping the bloodied knife, I ran towards them with tears in my eyes. They opened up their arms and pulled me into a group hug. I smiled as I felt the warmth of the hug, feeling comfort for once.
We pulled apart and looked at Bailey's body. He was definitely not dead yet, so Sam hatched a plan to make sure this was all over.
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Tara and I stared at Sam as she was about to shoot Bailey. "Well, you fucked with our family, so," Sam says, and she stabs Bailey in the face. "Are you two okay?" Sam asks. "Nope." Both me and Tara respond in a monotone voice. We three then sat down by the stage, letting out a sigh of relief. It was over. It was finally over.
The chain doors finally opened, and the police swarmed in. They escorted us out of the theater, and all I could see outside were blue and red lights. The ambulance and police are here. We stood outside near the ambulance, and Tara remembered. "Chad," she said with sadness in her voice, and I hugged her. We thought he was dead, but surprisingly, he was being pushed to the ambulance.
"Oh my god, Chad," Tara says, running to him with me and Sam following. "What, how?" Sam asks, and I'm equally curious. Chad slowly raises his hand and pulls up a five; we chuckle, knowing what it meant. "Core fucking Five," we three say, and Chad gets in the ambulance.
"Oh my god, guys, I'm sorry. Ethan is the ghostface." We turn to see Mindy frantically running to us. She stops as she realizes we already know, and then she looks at me sadly. "Sorry about Ethan," she says, and I smile sadly at her.
"It's fine; he's long gone now anyway." I say it softly, looking down to the floor. Then I noticed the ambulance pushing a covered-up stretcher. I ran towards it and pulled off the covers. It was Ethan's dead, lifeless body. I let out a shakey breath as a tear ran down my cheek. He was gone, but I didn't feel good. I felt empty without him; mentally, I wasn't okay.
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After everything calmed down, we went back to college. Now I live with Sam and Tara as their roommates. However, after the incident, I wasn't the same old Lauren anymore. I felt like I wasn't in control of my emotions. I would lash out and suddenly become sad and depressed. So I went for therapy, which honestly didn't help much.
The core five were worried about me. They would check up on me and make sure I ate my meals properly. They would comfort me the best they could whenever I had depressive episodes and make sure I didn't do anything rash. But it wasn't enough.
All I could think about was Ethan. His stupid face, stupid voice, and stupidly pretty eyes I wanted to forget all about him. I needed to forget him, but I couldn't. His face was everywhere. Every book I open, every projector screen, every white board The only time I didn't see him was when I slept because I didn't dream of anything; my mind was blank.
So I took matters into my own hands. I found a way to stop thinking about Ethan. One day, when everyone was out, I went down to the pharmacy and bought some sleeping pills. I thought that if I slept forever, I would forever forget him. That night I swifted off to sleep, a very long sleep. It felt like an eternity since I felt this peaceful. No Ethan in sight, just plain white everywhere I turn. Plain whiteness.
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