Precision

chapter 2:Cassidy pov

We reached the hospital just as more tears rolled from my eyes. I can't believe Chailer is dead. I met both Chailer and Kim at the same time, it was second grade and I had moved schools yet again because of my brothers behavior. I sat by them at a lunch table and ever since we agreed that twilight is the most retarded thing to ever exist, we have been best friends. Well were, now Chailer's dead, and to think about it I haven't heard anything from kim. For all I know she's dead too. The thought of losing another friend brought more tears to my eye. "Hey Cassidy, it will be okay." Chris attempted to comfort me, but at the moment that wasn't happening. I nodded, giving the best fake smile I could.

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It's been two hours since they took John back to surgery. Mother went back with him and dad popped into the waiting room every now and again to keep us informed. "Honey they are done, he'll be fine. Just go home or to christian's." dad said, coming in for the last time. "Okay, let me know if anything changes."
"You know I will, now get going you need to sleep." he got up and walked out. "So my place or yours?" Chris asked standing to stretch, "yours." I put on a real smile this time and grabbed his arm and swung it playfully. We both know the only reason we are going over there is because his parents left to go on a cruise with his cousin Zach. 

I fell asleep on the car ride to his place, he wouldn't let me drive because I kept crying. My dreams were a mixture of dead friends and family one after another popping into my brain. Just as my uncle Ron whizzed through I was woken. I planned to take a long shower and go to sleep, but as I was picking one of Chris's shirts out to wear Kim called. "Kisangria Colmud if you ever scare me like that again I will kill you myself!" I know it sounds insane but she knows what I mean. "Sorry I had to identify Chailer for the cops." she paused choking back tears that were probably cascading down her face by now "Justin killed himself, h-he was the sh-shooter." she was crying to much to talk anymore. "What do you mean he wash the shooter?" knowing exactly what it meant, Justin had killed his own girlfriend. "I mean they found him a few yards away with a sniper aimed towards the rails and he had a pistol next to him. With a hole in his head." the conversation went on for another twenty minutes, and every word out of Kim's mouth was making me more and more depressed.

When the call ended I went to the bathroom and sat with my hands over my knees. I didn't even care the I still had all my close on, I just needed the water to wash away the day completely. At some point I must of fallen asleep because I heard Chris calling for me to get out. "Hey, sorry I think I dosed off." I told him after changing and going downstairs to eat. "It's fine, I love you, you know." I nodded, happy he had randomly said that. "I love you too." I gave him a massive bear hug. Dinner was chicken nuggets and mac and cheese, no that's not the only thing Chris knows how to make, but he knows it's the only thing I'll eat. We were in silence as we ate, he didn't want to disturb me and I was to caught up in myself to see if he was okay. I jumped at the sound of my phone playing Eye of the Tiger, my dad's ringtone. "Hey dad what's up?" I ask, standing up and already looking for my shoes. "I'll explain when you get down here, better that way, now hurry." he sounded hurt, eager, and furious all at the same time. What the hell happened.

"Dad what happened?" we had just arrived and dad was waiting outside, he kept mumbling stuff to himself. "Oh, hey honey."
"Dad, what happened?" I was getting worried did John die? "Just tell me."
"Oh sweetie, how do I put this?"
"Just tell me, please?"
He sighed before he answered. "Your mothers been killed."

point seven milliseconds that's how long it took for me to register it, and my entire body to turn to jello and collapse. "Who-who did it?" I couldn't hear my voice clearly over the thoughts screaming in my head, but I heard dad just clearly. "They think it might be John..... He's been missing for an hour, just disappeared. No one knows how or where he may have gone." I couldn't take anymore deaths or I might just shrivel up into a ball and cry, oh wait to late. It took both Chris and my dad to get me back to the car.

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Poor lad, wrong place wrong time, but I got a shooter out of him. The news believes it was actually him. As if a snotty little shit could use such a how powered gun. Slowly but surely my new plan is coming together, I have learned recently that torture is so much better than just killing. Hearing the cries for help and the wonderful shrieks of those in pain,aw brings a smile to my face just thinking about it. Don't believe me ask the hooker in my basement, or maybe that little shit that survived the shooting. What did you think I'd just let him survive? No, no, I always finish what I start. Sadly though I have bigger plans so he must live. It is a shame though I had to kill his mother, she was quite lovely. If she had just stayed out of the room and never had seen me then I wouldn't have had to leave her hanging from the ceiling.

A/n
Hey so summer break is close by so it may take me longer than a week to update, maybe. I'll try my best though. Happy summer vacation, whoop whoop, no más school.
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