Why had she done it? How does she hide it? What does she do now? The blood dripping down her hand and covering her body was a beautiful red. Her mom, her dad, sister, brother all dead. Her sister was 8 and her brother 18. She being the middle child was the sole survivor. She was reckless and still is. She’d been better off alone but tonight she went to a party. The music pumping the bass booming the crowed jumping in the small house of the next door neighbor. Sitting on the shore of the lake she watched the water come and go in its rhythmic way. Why is she here? Why she asks herself over and over as a man approaches her from behind. She turns “can I help u?” He pulls a gun and she flinches. “Lie down” he growls out from behind the mask. She shakes as she does what she was told. What had she done to deserve this? Was it just bad timing? Is it her luck? Will she die? Will he leave her alone? Climbing on top of her the last question she thought about was. What will it feel like to die?
“Bang” that’s what the boy heard walking his dog along the shore of the pond. He runs over and finds a girl. Not just any girl but the one he’s been in love with since kindergarten. The masked man turns to him and the rest is black. Endless time eclipsing darkness.
She wakes in her room, like she always does but there’s something different. But what it is she can’t tell. She stands and falls to the ground in agonizing pain. Flashes of what happened go through her head as she looks around and sees the boy. Around her age and good looking she notices before she sees the wounds to his chest. She goes to her full length mirror and sees that the answer to one of her questions was answered. She was in fact dead with the 5 shots to the chest to prove it. And that was not the only thing that man had done to her. He had raped her and had his way with her body. But she felt nothing only numbness as she stood and stumbles her way to her bathroom. She turns the shower on and gets in.
That boy wakes with a start and then a shock of brain numbing pain. He looks around and sees that he’s not in his bed or his room for that matter and that a shower was running. He stands and looks around at the room. The room itself was dark and shadow filled with black walls and a black be with a navy blue comforter. Turning see catches his reflection in the mirror and stumbles landing on his ass. He had blood running down his chest out of 3 different bullet holes. He sits there watching himself coming to the realization that he was dead. But where was he? How did he die? Why did he die? Who did this to him? And who is in the shower?
As if answering that last question the girl of his dreams comes out in a towel that was blood red. She walks past him and goes to the dresser ware she puts on her underwear and bar and then turns to the closet putting shorts and a t-shirt on. She turns and looks at him “you’re about my brothers size ill grab u something to change into” turns and walks out. She returns holding a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. “Here” shoving the clothes in his arms she pushes him to the bathroom “shower you'll feel better…” her voice trails off. As she watches the blood dripping down her hands and covering her body was a beautiful red. As it ran down her arms because she was pushing him toward to the bathroom so he could shower.


Once he comes back out and dressed he comes out to find that she’s sketching his face. “What happened do you know?” he whispers as he watches the quick movements of her hand. She stops and pats the spot next to her. He sits and she explains what had happened and imagination did the rest for the both of us.


Why had this happened? What will happen to her? To him? Was it luck? Was it punishment? Was it fate bringing them together? The two outcasts.