THE DAY OF.

It started with a gunshot.

A scream.

And then the disaster that followed.

Kennedy Mcmillen saw everything unfold in a whirlwind around her. It was chaos, people unsure of what they were doing, running only because everyone else was running, yelling because of confusion, because of fear, because of panic.

But not Kennedy.

She sat there, staring at the girl at the door. She sat there as the world ran behind her, ducking under the tables, heading towards the door. Everyone was screaming, and it was loud - so loud, pulses and roars and mayhem. But Kennedy heard nothing. It was like she had gone momentarily deaf, with dull rings in her ear, and the only thing she could see were those eyes. Those damn eyes.

Kennedy watched as Colette Evans lifted her gun and fired blindly into he crowds gathering. She fired and she fired and there were bullets everywhere, ricocheting and rebounding and hitting and missing.

Kennedy watched as people fell to the bullets of Colette Evans. She watched as her friends and her foes fell to the girl she loved like a sister.

Kennedy watched the cold, grey eyes of her best friend as she killed everyone in her path.

Kennedy watched and somewhere along the way, she found her voice.

She screamed.