A/N: Heya! I got together with my cousin (known on as the Lizard half of Frog-Lizard) and we decided to co-write a story. So, this isn't the actual big story we're going to work on, but merely a trial to see if our writing styles could go well together. Definately let us know what you think, and tell us what you feel about the story. We enjoyed writing it. So, thanks for reading! R&R? You know you want to!!

You're late...

A soft, enchanting melody wove in and out of my mind. It was so beautiful, so melancholy. I listened as it wrapped itself into my thoughts and flooded my senses. I didn't know whether to sing along or cry from the mournful notes.

"Christie! Wake up, mom's going to leave!" A voice said, contorting the songs dance. I frowned as I felt it flee my memory; with a sigh, I realized it was a dream. Reluctantly my eyelids opened.

You're late...

"Hmm?" I managed, rolling over and pulling the covers with me. My little brother shrugged and slammed my bedroom door on his way out. I lay there listening to my alarm cock, the source of the strange and beautiful song. It took a moment before my brothers words set in, and once they did, the panic arose. With my sudden haste to get ready for school, all thoughts of my unconscious trance soon vanished. Still, it was difficult to ignore the haunting effect it had placed on my mood.

You're late...

As I rushed towards my mom who was impatiently waiting in her car, something didn't feel right. With that foreboding feeling, I kissed my mother goodbye and told my brother I loved him. I'm sure they were both as shocked as I was, but I didn't take what was said as I walked towards the school building.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a flash of baggy clothing. Turning my gaze slightly, I watched Derek's awkward lope as he pushed through the front doors. I furrowed my brow. Tall and extremely thin, he often reminded me of a string bean. Perhaps that was part of the reason he wasn't socially accepted; perhaps it had to do with his reclusive and mysterious nature. For some reason, everyone was either terrified of him or hated him with a passion. I couldn't understand it or their cruelty, but was sure there was nothing I could do. With a twinge of guilt, I followed him towards the lockers.

After I had gathered all of my books necessary for English, my first period, I was about to walk away when I heard the distinctive sound that could only be derived from something slamming into a locker. Wincing, I turned to watch Derek twist out of the arms of the worst out of all of the other bullies. Derek's eyes met mine briefly, and I was unsure of what he had seen in my face. Fear, perhaps? Revulsion at the horrible nature of the bully?

You're late...

Tearing my eyes away, I quickly turned and continued over towards the classroom.

"Christie, over here," my best friend called out. I smiled over in her direction, heading towards the desk she had reserved. She began chattering happily, and I nodded and smiled at the appropriate times. For some reason, I couldn't get rid of a nasty taste that had developed in my my mouth. I was secretly relieved when she was forced to stop talking, due to the teacher. Still, I couldn't pay attention to the lesson taught. I kept looking back at Derek, who had his head down on his desk. His curly and disheveled hair fell everywhere on his head, and his body was pulled closely together. For some reason, the other students just wouldn't leave him alone. I forced myself to look away.

You're late...

"Okay, class, listen up," the teacher said loudly. I looked up in vague interest, my thoughts still elsewhere.

"Next period you will all go to the gym instead of your assigned class. An assembly is being held, and I expect you all to pay attention," he instructed, giving us all a stern look before the shrill bell rang. Rolling my eyes with the others, I allowed myself to be carried with along by the swarm of other high schoolers making their way towards the assembly. I sat down in a cold metal chair that had been placed out for the students, not really feeling. It was as if the trance that had captured me earlier in the morning had carried throughout my day, causing every sense to deaden now. I sat there, in that half hypnosis, watching the rest of the school filter in. Perhaps that was why it took several moments for the gunshots to register in my brain, and why I didn't react when Derek walked into the crowd from behind.

When my mind caught up with my eyes, I sat where I was in shock. I watched in disbelief as Derek pointed the gun at another student and pulled the trigger. I recognized the bully from earlier this morning already laying motionless on the floor. Horror couldn't describe what suddenly washed over me as the whole student association now ran in turmoil; most scrambling for the exits, others desperately attempting to help those who had already been victimized. The gunshots echoed and bounced against the gym walls, filling my mind. I remained where I was, however, suddenly seeming unable to move.

You're late...

I watched as Derek finished with everyone that had been unfortunate. I was shaking with fear, but for some reason, couldn't bring myself to leave him there. A few tears shed down my cheeks as he turned turned towards where I was watching. My eyes found his, and as he neared me, I watched in some sort of curiosity as he pointed the trigger towards my body. He didn't shoot immediately, and I noticed now that his eyes too were brimming.

You're late...

I couldn't help but mouth the word 'why', though of course I knew the answer. He minutely shook his head, and tore his gaze away from mine. Time seemed to slow as his finger cocked the gun, and the bullet entered the chamber. I closed my eyes and waited patiently for what I knew was to come. As the bullet tore into my unsheathed body, I couldn't help but cry out in pain. The tears now were new ones, full of anger and a mind of their own. My thoughts were filled with no words, and every sense was consumed with the horrible burning that the crude metal had created in me.

You're late...

I slowly opened my eyes again, and found Derek watching me. He was on his knees now, and the unshed tears that had been carefully concealed before were set free. His hand slowly raised to his head, and with the little thought process I had left, I realized what he was going to do next. The gun lay next to his temple, and as he knelt there sobbing, I almost tried to reach out to stop him. His eyes found mine one last time, and with in an almost inaudible whisper, he apologized.

"I'm sorry," he breathed, and suddenly smiled. I screamed as the trigger was pulled, and as he fell in a crumpled heap, I was unable to bear the pain and emotions any longer. My mind began to close down, and I eagerly accepted the darkness I was plunged into.

Too late.

With a small sigh escaping my lips, I didn't notice when the paramedics arrived and barely managed to save my life. I was only aware of the beautiful, beautiful black and the melancholy song that had found its way back to me.