I slowly walked downstairs, listening to all the minds on the way there. Most were thinking the same thing: I don’t wanna die.

But there were few, very few, that thought differently: I should just end this by walking down to that room.

If me dying means saving my girlfriend, I can manage.

I hope Bree isn’t going down there. I mean, what did she ever do to Cody. Was that…was that Seth? I peeked in the one window of one of the classrooms and there he was. He glanced out the window and saw me, eyes growing wide. There is no way that I’m allowing you to go any further. He thought. I shrugged and then continued on. Bree? Bree! Don’t do it! Don’t go down there! Bree…

I stood in front of the door. What laid behind it? Death? Life? Just a pyscho? Well, the only way to find out was to open the door and walk inside. So I did.

I walked in…and immediatly crashed to the ground, passed out cold.