Only she couldn't. Not after this one. With her final breath of life, she softly whispered, "I'm sorry" and closed  her eyes

Another swam quickly to the bottom of the lake.  Once she reached the bottom, she opened her mouth and  her eyes. Fish surrounded her, as did bubbles filled with her last taste of the cool, crisp air that always settled  over this area. Water filled her lungs, and instincts kicked in, trying to swim to the surface twenty feet above  her. She made it, but not alive.

The final girl in our tale sat around a campfire, laughing with her friends. If only the knew her pain, the pain  they, unknowingly of course, put her through.

"I'll be right back. Bathroom," she said standing up and grabbing her bag, careful not to accidentally pull he  trigger. As soon as she was out of sight, she reached into her bag, and pulled out the pistol. Taking a breath,  she put the cold, metal tube up to her head. With a small squeeze of her finger, she was gone.

[Sorry about the short Prologue! I was going to make Chapter One part of it, but the code was too long. To my readers who are reading my other story sorry i haven't been posting! The story is on my flashdrive and it's somewhere in my backpack. I'll try to start posting both stories.]

[Thanks for reading! And feedback is appriciated!]