Drew

Her eyes widened and she backed away from me. She turned around so I could only see her back.

"There's nothing to tell," she said.

I walked up to her slowly. Will had told me more about what happened a few years ago, but I wanted to hear from her.

"You see, now you're lying," I said.

"No!" she yelled. "There is nothing to tell because..."

She turned around to face me. Her cheeks were blotchy and her eyes were glassy and dull.

"Tell me," I said still calmly.

She sniffled but didn't say anything.

"Tell me something. Tell me to stay or I can go," I said.

She was staring at me as I searched her eyes. She seemed conflicted as I was waiting to hear the word stay.

She didn't say anything for a while and I saw a small tear fall down her fragile cheek.

Then I noticed the pained expression appear on her face as she said, "Go."

She didn't speak anymore after that. She didn't even look at me as the word echoed over and over in my head.

Go.

I took a sharp breath in and backed out of the room before I was left in the darkness of the hallway.

Lauren

My heart ached as I heard the door finally shut. I collapsed to my knees and the tears involuntarily poured out of my eyes.

There was an emptiness in the pit of my stomach and nothing felt right.

I shut my eyes tight and tried to get a hold of myself.

I could feel Drew's disappointment when I told him to leave.

I sniffled and managed to wipe my tears away. I got up and sat on top of my bed still sniffling occasionally.

If I told him what I did--if I told anyone what I did, I wouldn't be forgiven.

Nobody knew what happened that night.

Suddenly, hot tears began flowing again and I let them go. Every one reminded me of the stupid nights I spent with Trey and the lonely nights I had yet to have.

That night, I buried my head in my pillow willing the pain to go away.

Drew

The next morning, the cart pulled Samantha away as my parents clung on to the rail.

"We love you," they said.

"And I'll see you after the surgery, Sammy" I said holding on to her hand.

She smiled at me.

She wore her hospital gown that was spotted with blue dots and a hair net for the surgery.

She gazed at me and said,"I'll see you."

She smiled at my parents before being pulled into the hallway that led to the operating room.

I stood there for a while just staring at where she exited then I inhaled sharply and turned towards the waiting room.

It was going to be a long day.

I wasn't going to school today and I was glad. I didn't need to worry about studying or practicing. I needed this day. I needed to be away from all those distractions and think about Samantha and her well being.

"Drew, are you alright?" my mom asked.

I glanced at her and quickly replied,"Why wouldn't I be?"

She looked at me concerned and tilted her head slightly as if she were analyzing me,"You just don't seem like yourself today."

For a moment I was about to give in and tell her that I was not alright at all but instead I just said,"Don't worry about me."

She gave me a weak smile and rubbed my shoulders.

"If you need to talk to me, I'll be ready to listen," she said and she picked up a magazine and flipped through it nonchalantly.

I sighed and turned my attention back to the blank wall before I heard my dad say,"Alison."

I looked up to see the blonde with a messy bun and short white dress on. She smiled sweetly and said,"John. Kathy..."

She turned to me and said,"Drew."

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I called her," Dad said.

I turned to him and furrowed my eyebrows.

"I wanted to be here for Samantha," she said.

I clenched my jaw and felt the anger rise inside of me.

"I know you two have had your differences, but it can all be worked out," dad said.  "I really miss you two being together."

He set this up.

"Dad," I said suddenly. "We aren't together anymore."

He appeared surprised at my comment then said, "When me and your mom broke up, it took a lot to know--"

"It's not the same!" I yelled.

"Lower your voice," my mom urged.

I took a deep breath,"We're never getting back together."

I took a look at Alison whose blue eyes seemed wide and flustered.

I glanced back to my parents. My mom still looked concerned and my dad seemed unaffected.

I shook my head and stormed out of the room. I wandered the halls and rode the elevator.

It rose and stopped at the maternity ward. I watched the people flow out and scatter and decided to follow their lead.

I was on this floor no more than a year ago. The patterned tiles still looked the same and the air seemed warmer--full of life.

I walked slowly down a familiar corridor and stopped when I saw the large glass window stretched out before me.

Behind it lied about a dozen babies each labeled with their maiden name.

I sighed and looked on. They were all so innocent. So pristine.

I remembered pointing out the little baby in the middle, the one with the light brown fuzz as hair. That one had a soft smile and when her eyes would open her ocean blue eyes reflected the little good in the world. That baby was mine.

I touched the glass, savoring the memory, when I felt someone's presence behind me.

"I knew I'd find you here," I heard.

I didn't have to look to know it was Alison. She stood beside me and looked on in silence.

"Do you miss her?" I asked before I turned to look at her.

She smiled slightly and said softly,"Every day."

I turned my attention back to the little bundles of joy.

"I'm sorry," she said,"that Anna died.  I'm sorry that our baby died."

I turned to look at her. Her eyes were pleading me for my forgiveness, but as I stared into her eyes I felt so wrong.

"It's not your fault," I said sighing.

"I'm so sorry," she continued breaking down. She put her head on my chest and began crying.

I put my arms around her and hugged her softly. I heard Alison's muffled weeps.

"I'm so sorry, Drew."

"It's okay," I whispered.

Lauren

"Do you want to talk about it?" Hanna asked me.

I frowned as my pencil hovered over my paper,"What do you mean?"

Hanna scoffed in disbelief.  "I know you, Lauren and I know something's up. So, do you want to talk about it?"

I stared into her bright eyes and noticed how sincere they were. There was a faint, supportive smile playing on her lips as she waited patiently.

"I..." I trailed,"I..."

"You can tell me," she said setting down her pencil. Her eyes pressed on gently, aiding me to speak up.

I had been closing out Hanna for the past weeks and my heart ached. My best friend was here and my heart was aching...I had to tell her.

"I loved a killer."