• Everything was horribly and terribly wrong. She didn't want it to be like this; she wanted it to be perfect. She bowed her head, biting the lower of her bottom lip where her silver hooped lip pierecing was attached to. She sucked on it for a moment, thinking of what she had done to make this so wrong.
    She picked her head up, as the first thought ran through her thick-head. She sighed heavily, ruffling through her un-natural auburn hair that was originally black.
    She raised a dark eyebrow, peering into the darkness of the ally that she was standing in. She leaned againest the wall, and kicked the ground underneath her.
    All I did was kill one guy, one guy and that was all! No harm done, he's just a guy that didn't need life anyways!
    She shook her head, and then closed her brown eyes. A small, tear, silvered by the moon-light rolled down her cheek from her tightly closed eyes.
    What happened to the old, Rachel? The one that gotten straight A's, and thought murder was cruel? What happened to the Rachel that vowed to never pick up a gun, or to ever do drugs because of D.A.R.E?
    Rachel let out a long sigh, followed by a soft and low chuckle. She was the new Rachel, not the old Rachel that had gotten beaten up because she was a nerd and a teacher's pet.
    Not the Rachel that was only liked to copy from her tests. No, this was the new Rachel and she was going to have to accept it.
    She opened her eyes, taking a few seconds to adjust inside the dark. Her porcelain skin stood out inside the pitch black background, her auburn hair noticeable as well. Her dark brown eyes that always looked like she was going to cry, and her dark eyebrows that seemed to look forever like she was mad.
    Rachel stood up straight suddenly, feeling the need to do so as she felt someone else watching her. She took in a deep breath, and turned around on her heel, long enough to take out a revolver from her belt buckle.
    Nothing or nobody was there. Just a cat that was looking for some food to eat. Nothing else.
    Her own stomach rumbled, and as if on cue, a loud shot echoed around the walls of the alley.
    She felt pain, and stinging, and a lot of burning. She screamed, and yelled as the bullet seemed to go deeper everytime she opened her mouth. But she couldn't stop this pain that it caused her.
    Rachel clenched her chest, biting her tounge hard enough to make it bleed to suspress herself from screaming.
    She heard a snicker, the sound of foot-steps running frantically, and finally the screeching of tires.
    It was pay-back. From killing him. From killing their leader. From killing, Steven. She clenched her jaw, her tounge bleeding slightly, but enough to make her want to vomit.
    Rachel tried to stand up, but instead collapsed and broke into sobs. She kept crying, and crying until someone could hear her.
    But nobody didn't. She looked up at the sky, watching as the moon slowly turned into the sun.
    She missed the old Rachel, the one that only got in trouble when she had bad grades. The Rachel that would never lie, even to save her own life. The Rachel... That wasn't supposed to be dying right here.
    Instead, she was the lying Rachel, the murderer Rachel, the trouble-making Rachel, the drug using Rachel, the dis-respectful Rachel, and now... The dying Rachel...
    She blinked for the last time, parted her jaws slightly, trying to breath from her mouth. But her time was obviously up. She went limp, and didn't move.
    A bloody pool was around her, and on her clothes when she was squriming around and screaming...
    Why couldn't I be the old, good Rachel...?