"Nice rehearsal everyone! We'll meet again tomorrow night; same time, same place. Good night everyone!" Mrs. Raymond warbles.

I head to the locker room to get out of my costume. People congratulate me on my performance, pat me on the back. I thank them with a wide grin. It's good being the lead of the school play. Im finally noticed.

The locker room is empty by the time I get there, which is for the better. I'm always kind of awkward when it comes to changing, I'm a little self-conscious. Well, maybe more than a little; a lot self-conscious. It's not that I'm fat or anything, just not very confident.

When I'm finished I meet up with my friends in front of the stage, but we don't talk very long before we all have to go.

"Two nights 'till show time. How do you feel about it?" My friend Amy asks. She's my ride. Her face is framed by her pretty blonde hair. I've always had a bit of a crush on her. Who can blame me, we've spent the majority of our lives together.

"I'm not really nervous. I usually am; it's sort of weird. Maybe the nerves will hit Friday," I say with a laugh.

"Let's hope not. Wouldn't want to blow your debut as a lead on the Sparrow Falls High stage," Amy says. She tosses her wavy hair over her shoulder.

"Now that would be depressing! What would my adoring fans do without me?" I ask, feigning horror and placing a hand over my heart.

"I don't know. You're killing it out there, y'know?" Amy says, pulling keys out of her purse and unlocking her car door.

"I hope so," I mutter thoughtfully. Truth be told, I never really thought I would be cast as the lead of the play. I would have never dreamed of being noticed in any sort of way like that.

"I hate these late rehearsals though. Nine-thirty? Who thought that was a good idea?" Amy jokes.

We hop in and Amy starts the car. We zoom out of the parking lot and my heart skips a beat. I've never been too comfortable driving with my best friend. I never really knew how she got her license in the first place.

"Well, after this weekend we can go to bed at a decent time," I half-joke.

"That'll be heaven. Y'know, I–" Amy cuts off abruptly as the tires screech, then a shockwave passes through our car. I jolt forward and my head slams into the airbag. The sound of crushing metal and shattering glass creates a horrifying cacophony. Time seems to freeze and race all at once, and the sounds of destruction just fade to a muffled ringing.

I blink awake. I must have gone unconscious, but I can't seem to remember. I rub my head, but I don't seem to have any terrible injuries. Then I remember Amy. I jerk my head to my left, craning my sore neck to find her.

Amy's bloody, scarred face rests lightly on the deflated airbag on the steering wheel. The car door on her side is warped, pinning we her leg to her seat. Glass protrudes from her arms and crimson stains blossom from wounds on her chest.

"Amy!" I shout, prodding her shoulder.

I unbuckle my seat belt. Oddly, my side of the car seems mostly unscathed. My door is blown open, most likely from the force of the impact, and I have no visible cuts or scrapes.

"Amy! Are you alright? Please, just hold on!" I shout, though I know she can't be doing well.

"Help! Someone, please!"

The sirens and blue and red lights arrive only a few seconds later. A paramedic pulls me out of my seat and steers me towards an ambulance. The other paramedics roll a gurney to Amy's side, gently lifting her battered body onto the white cushion. One of the men takes her pulse. He shakes his head. They pull a white sheet up over her head, concealing her once-pretty face from view.

I don't really feel anything. The paramedics ask me questions and I answer them mechanically. I don't even really register what's being said; it could be gibberish for all I care. My eye itches, but when I put my hand to my face to rub it, I feel tears. A choking sob rises in my throat, and I shakily use me sleeve to wipe the stream from both eyes.

"Mr. Sanders?" I heard a man ask. He could have been telling me I was sprouting a second head for all the attention I was giving him.

Next thing I knew the man was patting me on the shoulder. Then I started feeling tired, very unnaturally tired. I fought to keep conscious, but darkness pressed in the corners of my vision. The last thing I saw before I went under was Amy's ambulance driving away with the sirens off.

Hello Fanfiction! As some of you may know, I recently uploaded an American Horror Story fic, but it didn't seem to have much interest save one reader, so I'm not quite sure what to do with it now. I am, however, starting this SYOC! I will be being highly selective with this story. I am ONLY ACCEPTING 5 SUBMISSIONS, so make your OCS AS DETAILED AS POSSIBLE! I will also be expecting detailed critiques and reviews from my readers. One last quick note; I would prefer that the costumes be more like the uniforms of the heroes in the movies as opposed to comic book costumes. Without further ado, the submission form:

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