Author's Note

As I walk through the graveyard, past gravestone and gravestone I think back to how I got here. The horrible things that led me down this path. To this place. Silently I drop a bright blue rose down onto a grave. I pass and drop a flaming cherry red one down onto another's resting place. My schoolmates' graves. When will this torment cease? How many more of us are going to die? I can't take any more blood. I don't want to see any more blood. Unfortunately I have a feeling I'm going to. Something tells me the remaining students and I are going to have to color more graves with flowers the colors of the rainbow.