She screamed as he pulled his gun out. Thousand of screams echoed in the back of his head. A second later he fired. She slumped against the wall, a pool of blood quickly forming around her.
“Hanson! Let’s get out of here!” His partner hissed. Taylor took one final glance at the body and fled. That night he couldn’t sleep. The screaming wouldn’t stop. The screams of those he killed merged with the screams of those who used to adore him. Where was he now? He had begun looking for himself, and only managed to end up running from everyone else. He got out of bed and blew the dust off of the small tape deck. He pulled the cassette out of its cracked case and popped it in the player. While the music played in the background, Taylor slowly loaded his gun. He scribbled out a short letter, and put it in an envelope with instructions that it be mailed to his parents. Taylor stacked the note and letter neatly on the desk and took the gun, standing against the wall. The first chords of MMMBop began to play. Taylor shut his eyes and pulled the trigger.