It started as curiosity.

Sheer curiosity. Emma, Toby and I were at our lockers, just talking, and people started to run by us. Emma looked at us, and we just shrugged. None of us knew what was going on. I didn't know her life was in danger.

Emma walked slowly, Toby and I following her, towards the hallway where the running kids had come from. We looked around for only a second, when Rick appeared. With a gun.

"Hi Emma… Sorry I kissed you."

His words sounds greasy and disgusting, he doesn't mean the words he is saying. It's so obvious. I wanted to punch him. But I saw the gun, and grabbed Emma arm. There was no way I was going to let him hurt her.

"He's got a gun, okay, lets go."

My first attempt to get her away from him. I could care less about Toby. She was obviously the one he was after. I grabbed her arm and pulled her, tried to make her leave with me. She was tried to move, but then he shouted.

"Don't turn away from me!"

We all froze, but my hand on her arm didn't move. I wasn't going to let go. She could get hurt, and then, she wouldn't know. We slowly turned back to him. Her face was frozen in sheer terror.

"I'm glad I found you Emma…I made my list-"

Right as he said it, I knew. He had every intention to kill the woman I love. My stomach flipped and my heart practically stopped. I couldn't even hear what Toby had said. It all sounded like nonsense.

You flirted with me. I thought you liked me… But it was something else."

His words were nauseating, I could feel Emma flinch.

Slowly I walked towards him. I tried to keep my breath steady and started to talk.

"J-j-just put the gun down, anything else will just make your life worse." I slowly stepped towards him, and relinquished my grip on her slender arm. My words were stammered, but I had to keep speaking.

"It can't get any worse."

His answer was solid. He didn't want anything to do with forgiveness. He wanted revenge. On Emma, for not wanting him.

I needed to convince him.

"Believe me…It can…I figure it all out okay? We'll figure this out."

His eyes stare right back at mine. His hand and the gun are starting to lower, back to his side.

"It's to late."

"N-n-No-"

"I already shot someone."

Right as the words slip out, he raises the gun. Right up to Emma's face. Her perfect face. He's going to kill her. My mind went blank, I can barely remember what I did.

Toby yelled.

I pulled his arm around between us.

He pulled the trigger.

We fell.

Emma and Toby stepped back, then quickly ran towards us. Emma was crying, scared. They both help pull me up, my arm was bleeding. He was lying there. Bleeding out.

His eyes stared up at the ceiling.

We watched them close. Emma stood with her back against the lockers crying. I was next to her trying to calm her down. Toby was to shocked to do anything but stare.

Next thing I know the cops are here, and I'm being bandaged up.