- Psst! -
A whisper came right into his ear with a light puff of laughter. - You see that high fashion lady over there? Well, you can safely bet all your money her undergarments aren’t half as nice as the dress! - … W… what? You… you have… you’ve been gone for just a few minutes! - My my, what a dirty mind you have! I only know it because she couldn’t afford even the cheapest of my perfumes the other day! Orest chewed back his answer as blood rushed to his face instantly. There was a lot for him to learn. For now there was just no way for him to win with Nino in banter.
“When I look back, I’m still amazed at the acting job Eric and Dylan did. None of us knew what was going to happen. None of us knew that for over a year they’d been cooking up a plot to attack the school. Some of my classmates talked to the media about how Eric and Dylan used to sit in class and say things like ”Can I shoot that guy?“ I remember them saying things like that, too. However, it never seemed serious. After all, there are jokes about violence, and then there are actual threats to commit violence. Eric and Dylan always seemed like they were joking. They would see some jock push a kid over, or hear a kid say something completely ignorant and stupid, and say, ”Boy, that fucker should be killed,“ or "I wish that guy would get hit by a car.” They were general expressions of frustration. They never said anything like “Boy, I’m going to go home and get my .22 and put a bullet in his brain this afternoon.” It never seemed serious. Some have suggested that Eric and Dylan never seriously thought they were going to do it until right before they actually did. I don’t agree. They knew exactly what they were doing. There’s a part of me that would like to believe that Dylan was separating himself emotionally from what was about to happen. Realistically, thought, that’s not likely. He and Eric both wanted revenge. They had been looking forward to April 20 for a long time.“
Rachel Scott and her ex boyfriend Stephen Partridge. Sometime in 1998, Rachel made the choice to break it off with him after almost a year of dating. It’s been said that she was afraid they were moving too fast, and didn’t want to be put in a situation where she would have to choose between sticking with her beliefs or giving in to sexual temptation.
On April 20th, Stephen was with Brooks Brown after he escaped the school. They drove around looking for familiar faces - which included Rachel’s. Brook’s recalled the moment they both found out she was dead.
“We’d been at home watching helicopter footage outside the school, and lying near the exterior steps of Columbine was the body of a girl who was wearing clothes just like those I’d seen Rachel wearing earlier that day. My brother Aaron was on the phone all afternoon, asking people if they knew anything. I was sitting with my friend Steve Partridge on our porch when Aaron ran out to give us an update.“ Rachel Scott’s dead,” he said.Aaron was just giving us a name. He didn’t realize that we both knew Rachel, or that Steve had dated Rachel for a long time. When Steve heard the news, he fell silent. Then he collapsed.We tried to hold out hope. We knew Aaron was getting his information from gossip. No names had been released yet by the police. There was still a chance.
“At the end of the funeral, as people were getting ready to file out, they asked the family to leave. No one was expecting what happened next.
They opened Rachel’s casket.
There was Rachel. Dead. Her body, right there, in the casket for all to see. I don’t know what they were trying to show people by doing this, but in order to exit, you had no choice but to walk right by it.
As we filed out, Doug was the first of our group to see her. He started crying. It was hard to watch.
Steve was next. He saw Rachel’s body and collapsed on the floor in tears. Here was his former girlfriend, who still meant the world to him, and his body just failed him. Doug and I had to pick him back up and help him out of there. Of course, when I saw Steve lose it, I was right behind him. All the tears I hadn’t cried up to that point came gushing out, just like everybody else, as I saw Rachel lying there in that coffin.” (No Easy Answers, 2002)
Unlike Eric’s writings, which were full of anger and threats, Dylan’s diary paints a picture of a shy, lonely and self-loathing kid who wrote love letters and doubted that anyone would ever understand him. He wrote at length about the “zombies” of the world, stating, “The meek are trampled, the assholes prevail, the gods are deceiving, lost in my little insane asylum… I have lost my emotions, like in ‘Hurt’, the song, NIN. People eventually find happiness. I never will. Does that make me a non-human? Yes, the god of sadness…" Dylan wrote at length about a girl he admired from afar as his "soulmate,” although he indicated that she didn’t return his feelings. “Unfortunately, even if you did like me the slightest bit, you would hate me if you knew who I was,” he wrote. Another entry featured “I love you” in big letters, and multiple drawings of hearts. Beside them Dylan wrote, “I hate this non-thinking stasis. I’m stuck in humanity. Maybe going NBK with Eric is the way to break free.