Cammi's POV


I was now in a brutal stare-off with Amy, and I could obviously see that I was winning.

"Charging." The paramedics quickly rubbed two metal plates together.
"3...2...1." As the plates met his chest, the muscles of his chest tensed up, his back arching off of the ground.

One of them brought their fingers to his throat.
"No pulse."

I looked at Amy, who was whispering something to herself.

Before I could even look back to Andy, his back thumped against the floor as they tried again.

"Faint pulse."

Amy and I sighed in unision, the relief filling us.

"Maybe you should go home..." She whispered, wiping the tears from her cheeks.

I stood up quietly, walking away with my hands crossed awkwardly behind my back.

His friends stood behind the gate, guilt plastered on their faces. There was a lot of random people (if you consider them people) from school standing along with them.


"What happened?"

"Did he actually do it?"

"Why didn't you do it with him?"


They just kept on and kept on, it was never-ending and I felt their words pound in my mind, threatening to crack my skull.

I just got in my car, pulling out of the driveway silently.

As I got home, I realized three things that never usually happened.

I didn't even think of anything while

I was driving.

Andy's parents are Satan worshippers.

Mom was home early.


Walking to my guest house, I noticed my open door that had the locks (all ten of them) busted off of it.

My mother sat in my computer chair, watching my footage and anxiously tapping her foot.

"YOU FUCKING BITCH!"

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