So this was a piece I wrote back in May one day when I had nothing better to do... feel free to express your true feelings about the work and enjoy. =) WARNING: Contains violence and other suggestive material. Please read at your own risk. Spoiler Prom NightNow, before I begin, I'll let you know that I'm telling the full, 100% truth of what happened on that faithful night nearly four years ago. I've never told the whole tale, to admit, because that night, the people that... didn't have to go so early in their lives, Pe- I'm getting too ahead of myself; I've been haunted by those memories ever since they occurred, which travels to me by nightmares with hyper-realistic faces and bloodshot eyes, as well as hallucinations of the dead and Pe- You're getting what I'm saying, right? I'm not here to waste your time, so you can basically assume that this still affects me four years later. I know you probably have other things to do today, so I might as well just begin the tale. Ok? Ok. Let's get this over with... What I'm here to talk about happened on the day of Prom. Yes, Prom, but this is no Carrie White bullshit with the telekinesis here (and as far as I knew, there were no students in my class with super-religious, period-loathing mothers like her's). The Prom was actually at this really nice country club called “White Elk” on the outskirts of town. It was quite a sigh to see, with marble steps leading to the velvet-carpeted entryway and the emerald chandelier- Oh, am I getting carried away? Sorry about that, I guess... I guess I'll just explain what you came for... I was happily walking up to the double-glass doors via the marble steps with my date, a member of the school spirit club (The Birdmen, I believe) while making a few last-minute adjustments to my outfit of choice. I wasn't dressed extravagantly, but classy enough for the occasion by sporting a turquoise dress that touched the floor and had a halter cut with tiny silver sequins lining the cleavage area. “Trista!” As I approached the doors, my best friend noticed me and excitably turned around from her date, “You look great!” “Thanks, Winnie,” I softly smiled, “You do, too.” (She really did, wearing a tangerine-colored dress with small hints of yellow). “Heh, thanks. It's nice to see you with Angus all dressed up like that; you two are adorable together!” Angus' face turned rosey, “Well... there was a reason why I asked a beautiful, kind girl like Trista Butler to prom...” “Awwwwwww!!!!” Winnie gushed while he turned even redder, making his cropped sand-colored hair stand out. “Well, I might as well make my merry way back to Josh!!! See ya!!!” She eagerly waved and skipped off. As Angus and I entered the club, I pulled a strand of almond hair behind my ear and patted him on the back, “Yep, that's Winnie being, well, Winnie.” “I guess...” He sighed, forming an embarrassed look on his face. As we entered the dancing area, a familiar... man with a dark-colored... typical pulled-back hairstyle... and a suit the shade of midnight stumbled in the club: Pe- Per- Perc- Percy! Percy Britton! There, I said it! I was surprised at his arrival, since he was turned down by several girls (not me- he never asked!). He had nobody to go with, so I didn't know what made him decide to come to Prom. Oh well, I thought at first, I'm here for the night of my life, and I hurried off further into the dark yet colorful dance room swarming with high school seniors doing some kind of joint dance that was popular back in the day. Time passed, and slow songs, dancing songs, and songs that no one could jam out to passed with each song gaining more anticipation from the graduating class than the last. I danced (obviously), laughed with my fellow upperclassmen, and ate hour d'evours (or whatever the Hell those small bits of food at parties are called), and drank a soda every now and then; it was all a pretty normal prom night, like one you'd typically see in a movie. Then, If You Were Here Tonight played over the speakers. As if coordinated, we all headed over to our dates for the next 6 or so minutes and sway back and forth while standing in the typical slow dance position. As such, I layed my arms across Angus' wide shoulder blades and he placed his on my petite waist as we swayed to Alexander O'Neal's serenade. “Quite an odd music choice, isn't it?” Angus tried to initiate a bit of conversation. I shrugged, “It's a classic song from like the 80s or something. I've heard it on the radio a few times before.” “Ah. I guess some of the faculty added their fantasies in the playlist.” We both laughed silently and continued our little back-and-forth swaying. However... about 3 ½ minutes into the song, a red... red-haired girl screamed at the top of her lungs: “Oh my God! Is that Percy Britton with a gun?!” The music... stopped dead, dead cold and all of us in the room shivered in worry of what that girl exclaimed. The lights flashed on and I was able to glance around the area... and saw Percy... with what looked like a sho...shot... shotgun! How...he got one, I don't know. He either... brought it from home or stole it... from the club's gun shack. “Someone pin that kid down!” The D.J. Hollered, and... a couple of the chaperones raced over to the... midnight-suited Percy. But... they couldn't subdue him, because he aimed... aimed his gun at the adults and caused them to hesitate, moving any closer. “This is for all the people who rejected me!!” Percy... declared, “I poured my heart to every girl I felt was sweet, beautiful, and kind enough to ask to this prom night, but they all treated me like garbage! This world should be free of such trash like them!!” At this point, most of us (including me) were fleeing away from... the dancing area and all of the adults were... trying to circle Percy and call the authorities, treating him like an animal with rabies. I chucked my silver heels off in order to get the hell out of the area, grabbing Angus... by the arm. As my feet touched the velvet ground, I sighed in relief and reassured myself until I heard what sounded like... fireworks. Gunshots!, I thought, and checked out my current status. I was uninjured, and so was Angus. However, someone was missing from the party... Winnie... where was Winnie? She was farther from the exit than me... but she was close to Angus back when the serenade was occurring! She had to... be... fine! So, I peeked... back into the dance room. I saw a couple of limp... people there... the blood... oh my God... the blood was just flowing...oh God... oh God.... Winnie... I saw her... she was being... held at the head.... by Percy... I couldn't hear well... from the chaos... but I could make out... “Ah, Winifred Johnston, remember... I gave... but you said... no!” BAM! A bullet, pierced through Winnie's pale head. Her bunned wheat hair was splattered by the blood and... grey stuff... her tangerine dress was splattered with the blood... just everywhere on her head and upper body... bloody as a horror movie... oh God... the blood... the blood.... WINNIE!!! Ok... I'm sorry, I really am. It's just... you can't unsee something like that... Oh my God, the blood... the blood.... Thank you for the water, that calmed me down a bit. Winnie... wasn't the only victim of that prom night. Other girls like... hard to please Lexi Curits and exchange student Yuuko Kawayama... they died... too. I saw them... Lexi's pale yellow dress covered... Yuuko's long dark hair ruined by... the blood... the blood.... oh God, oh God.... Percy... apparently shot himself by the time police arrived, so no justice was really done... but people are still trying to figure out what made him think... about doing that kind of attack. Was it jealousy? Insanity? What was it? I think... personally... it was a bit of both. Percy didn't have a date... but he had a gun... and the blood he caused to spill... the blood.... There was no real way around it, anyway... If I didn't go? Winnie... still would've died. If I tried to convince Winnie to say yes to Percy? Like Hell that'd happen... she was dating Josh. Fate... just couldn't change... for this. I've also lost contact with both Angus and Josh, and I know they're scarred too... of a sorts. Everyone was scarred. I was scarred, my parents were scarred, so many people were scarred. Me... obviously... a little more than others. I really don't like to talk about my prom night, and now you can see why. But, I trust you. Why I trust you? Well, you don't seem like someone who... would distort this story and say that it was just a jealous loverboy... shooting people out of his envy. Those takes I saw in the tabloids pissed me off. People died, and so many others were physically and mentally injured by this probably insane teenager... and you blame the VICTIMS for this boy's outrage? He probably needed professional help! If only they saw what I saw. Lexi, Yuuko, the blood... the blood... Wi-Winnie. Sometimes, I wonder what would've happened to me if the prom night never happened, like if fate decided in my favor, y'know? Would I be pursuing my then-dream as a teacher? Would still be in touch with Angus, Josh... Winnie? It's been four years, but seeing your best friend... be shot in such a way.... seeing the blood... the gore... the blood... the blood... by a classmate.... can really take a toll on you. I remember that night like it was yesterday, and it has been burdening me like heavy baggage... ever since.