Please be advised this chapter contains graphic and disturbing scenes.

It's a week later and that was the last time Jake and I spoke to Tate. He hasn't been in school the whole week and he has been ignoring our calls. I don't know what this was about but I hope Tate knows how much Jake and I care for him. It had to do with his mother, I've never seen Tate like that on the day he last spoke to us. Jake and I were going to show up to his house but that house frighten me like no other. I left a voice message on his house phone the other day but no response. I had to tell Tate he has us...we care about him.

It was a Friday morning, around 8:15 am; still no Tate. Jake was with me at my locker, while we were getting ready to go to our algebra class; the class we met Tate.

"I'm really worried about Tate." I said as we held hands walking to the class.

"I know, I am too Riley...but he won't get back to us." Jake giving me a kiss on the forehead.

We were sitting in our algebra class, the teacher explaining some problems, while I was dozing off thinking about Tate, glancing back at his desk. I knew Tate was depressed too. Please don't kill yourself. You're actually a real deep smart guy, but so much pain inside. I don't want him to kill himself over this. I didn't even realize there were only about ten minutes left in the class, as I looked over at the clock ticking. Out of nowhere, I hear a loud blare noise and screaming, I believe it was a gunshot. I jumped up in full terror, looking over at Jake staring back at me with fear.

"What was that? Is someone shooting?" A student asking the teacher shaking in fear, out of their desk.

"Everyone calm down get under the desks." The teacher's voice quivering while he demanded us.

The teacher looked afraid too, even though he was trying to hide it for us. He shut the door putting a table in front of the door blocking it. I was hiding under my desk, shaking becoming unmanageable, my breathing so loud as my heart was hammering. Jake and I staring at each other.

Jake mouthing to me, "It's okay, I love you."

Gazing back at my best friend and lover, mouthing, "I love you too."

I heard a couple more shots, making me tremble with my hands over my head, scrunched down with my head in my knees. Students were screaming in the classroom, as the teacher was trying to calm them down. A girl wouldn't stop screaming, whose screams making my hairs stick up sending shivers down my body, her scream was the definition of true fear. The teacher demanding her to calm down or were all going to die. She finally began to be quiet. Was this Tate? Is this why he hasn't been in school? A few seconds later, I heard loud bangs coming from the door. Whoever it was, was trying to get in. I started to sob, tears all down my face. The girl started shouting again, everyone telling her to be quiet. The teacher grabbed her under his desk, covering her mouth as the last booming sound of the door ripped open.

I thought being down in that basement was the most fear I've ever felt in my life, no this was it. My body vibrated making the desk move. The heat from the terror was forming entirely down my body. I could hear footsteps of whoever this was, all I wanted to look at was Jake. This could be the last time Jake and I will see each other.

Jake staring back at me. The footsteps causing my heart to pound harder and harder every second. The person's feet were finally noticeable once they reached closer. Tall black boots, black pants, and a black trench coat was what I could see. All of sudden, Jake's desk went flying, and a gun was pointing at him.

"No!" I screamed as I got out of the desk, making eye contact with the killer.

Oh my god, it was...it was...Tate.

"Tate, please don't do this!" Jake screaming, begging for his life.

I was on the floor staring at Jake terrified, glazing over at me. Tate pointing the gun directly at Jake's head.

"Tate, it's me!" Jake yelled; shaking.

In that very second, the gun shot went off blowing into Jake's head. Blood went everywhere, it splattered on my face.

"Nooo!" I screamed full of tears.

Did I just see what I just saw? Is this a nightmare? I want to wake up from this horrendous vision...please wake me up. My best friend since I was young, my lover, my life is gone. I just seen his head blow off right in front of me. I've never seen something more horrifying. Tate moved over to me, his footsteps coming from his boots, vibrating through my ears, making me panic. I knew I was next. I looked up into Tate's eyes, as he pulled the gun up to my face. His eyes weren't Tate's eyes anymore. They were dark, utterly with hate and rage. I believe this wasn't Tate staring back at me.

"Tate, please, it's me Riley...your friend." My voice and body trembling.

His lips narrowing, his eyes glaring with rage, and his eyebrows down.

"Tate, I care about you. I like you, you're my friend...please don't do this!" I screamed louder, my body twitching insanely, my heart rate the highest its ever been, battering in my chest, and my breathing blaring uncontrollably. Memories of Jake and I rewinding in my mind, thinking of my family and what made Tate this way, as my entire life from a child until now flashed before my eyes. Right after I said that, his evil eyes staring back into mine, his mouth started to open. "I kill people I like...I'm taking you to a better place." Pulling the trigger, leading me into darkness.

I know Riley and Jake weren't part of the students who were shot in the high school shooting by Tate but I wanted to make my own fanfic about what we would happen if Tate was friends with two of the students he shot.