Hey guys! Fourth story's out! I particularly like this one, idk why tho.

I look at each of them, the pain in my stomach increases, even if only one of them betrayed me...it would literally kill me.

I look at my best friends, Kathy and Margaret. Kathy smiles sadly at me, she sweeps her sandy blonde hair behind her ear. Margaret won't even look me in my eye as I walk towards them. Is it them?

I glance shyly at my crush, he looks at me with curious eyes, I never had the guts to talk to him. How could it be him if I only talked to him twice in class? He barely knows me, I wave at him and he waves back. Margaret coughs, interrupting the embarrassingly awkward exchange between me and Mark.

"Hey guys." I start, tying up my curly red hair. "So each of you know why you're here right?"

All of them look away from me. "Yeah."

"Okay." I say, I slowly reaching to my back pocket, feeling my shot gun that they gave me, will I use it?

The room is white, there is a white light on the ceiling, stinging my eyes. I look back at Mark, his light blonde hair is freshly cut, but unlike usual he looks even better.

"Trina?" He starts. "I swear, it's not me, I don't want to kill you."

My heart grows warm and his words repeat themselves in my mind, 'I don't want to kill you', so romantic.

I look back at Kathy, she shakes her head at me. "Not me girl, I swear, you know I would never do that to you!" She bursts out.

"Definitely not me!" Margaret insists. "We grew up together, I was you first friend, I was there when you got your heart broken, I was there when you broke your arm on that trampoline. I was and am always there for you. Period."

"Trina, I know we haven't talked a lot, but I thought you were cool and there is no way that I would want to off you." Mark cries out.

"Please don't make this harder then it is." I whisper.

Kathy jumps next to me, grabbing my arm in despair. "You got to believe me, I know your worth it girl. I love you, I won't ever give up on you."

Margaret grabs my other arm. "Yes, I will never let you down, I will never disappoint you."

"You know I got to do this, I got to choose." I begin to cry.

"No! Please don't to this!" Margaret starts to whimper.

Mark joins in. "Trina, I swear its not me."

"I know." I whisper.

He looks at me with relief in his eyes. "Really?"

I nod. "Yes. It's not you."

He sighs and physically relaxes. "Thank you."

I turn back to my best friends. "You two."

They gulp. "Believe me, don't do this. We will help you!"

I face Margaret, her curly hair are as wild as her eyes. Her lips tremble in fury. "I won't let you!"

Mark looks back at me, then at Margaret and then at Kathy. "I don't understand, who is it? Who's the killer? If it's not me, then it must mean that it's one of you..."

"No." Kathy looks at him with anger in her eyes. "Don't you even dare insinuate that it's me."

"Same here, jerk." Margaret snaps.

Mark glares at them. "Don't lie, I know it's one of you girls."

"No their right." I finally say. I face Kathy and then Margaret. "It's not you and it's not you either, in fact, it's non of you."

Mark looks around in confusion. "I don't understand."

"You don't have to, because they calculated wrong, non of you wants me dead." I take a deep breath and take out my gun. I feel it in my hands.

"Truth is, you guys don't want me to die, I do."

I press the gun to my head.

Woah, did you guys expect that? I had inspiration from some of the stories on Pinterest. Vote and comment if you liked this story!