Her body lay, twisted, on the floor. Her breathing was shallow and quick. Blood made the usual gray floor red. And I lay beside her, stroking her brown hair, caked with blood.

"You'll be alright," I was muttering frantically. "You have to be alright. I did not come all this way for you to die!"

But I could see the light slowly drain from her green eyes. She reached out a pale and frail hand to me. I clasped it.

Her lips opened and formed the words, "I'll see you..." But they never made their way out. My best friend's hand grew limp in mine. The person I loved the most was dead.

I buried my face in her wet jacket, and sobbed. Salty tears streamed down my face, washing away all dirt that had been on it, as I had not showered for weeks. Soon, all the tears were gone, and I just felt empty.

"This is it," I murmured. It was over. How could have it turned out like this?

Heavy footsteps broke into my thoughts and I remembered why I had came here. I ran to my secret room (which was really a crawl space) and dragged my best friend in there with me.

I entered the small, dark crawl space and listened as the men talked amongst themselves.

"There's blood on the floor!"

"There must have been a death."

"Mm... Tastes like those girls."

"The ones we are looking for?"

"Guess so."

"Well, if they are dead already..."

"I am certain that one is still alive."

"How long ago were they here?"

"They just left, by the looks and tastes of it."

"Where did they go?"

"Better find out..."

"Follow me... They must have went this way..."

I heard the men's footsteps lead out of the room and fade into nothing, but I did not dare come out of the crawl space yet. One if them could still be lurking outside, waiting for one of us to appear and then stab us. For minutes, or hours, I could not tell, all I could hear was the rapid beating of my heart. Finally, I peered out of the crawl space and saw nobody. I dragged my best friend out with me.

The white room had an unnatural silence too it. Blood was still on the floor, but not wet. It was caked there, and I knew whoever would clean it up was going to have a very hard job.

I had a good look at my dead friend, with her dead eyes and bloody clothes and hair. I closed her eyes, to make it look like she was sleeping, and tried to untangle her knotted hair. I left her on the bloody floor, and gave her a goodbye kiss on the cheek.

"I'll see you on the other side," I whispered, and continued in the opposite direction that the men went.

I looked at my arm, covered in lines of blood. The cuts covered my entire left forearm. I tried looked for more room to place the blade form my pencil sharpener. But alas, there was no more room..... I still felt numb. This pain wasn't enough. I wanted to kill myself for real and that scared me.

The next day at school, I almost threw myself over the second floor railing, but I forced myself to go to the school counselor. I told her I wanted to die, hoping she'd call the hospital or someone who could help me. But she didn't, she called my mom, who yelled at me for being so weak. I went home and slept for hours until a scheduled therapy session. The therapist and I walked outside and I almost threw myself in front of a passing car. She noticed my sadness and was concerned, and rightly so. That night I was going to kill myself. I was hopeless. This is it. It was over. How could it have turned out like this? I told her I was afraid of myself, which was true. I didn't know what happened. I had used to be so happy, and now I just wanted to die because I hated myself so much. She called my parents to come get me and recommended me for a mental hospital. That was the night of October 28, 2014, the night my life was saved.

She stands in a clearing, the wind whipping through her dark, thick tresses. She shakes, and her shiver is not solely from the cold.

As she looks down at her baby brother, knife in hand, she whispers, "This is it. How could it have turned out like this?"

For him, it was over. But she would have to bear the burden of her lies for the rest of her life.