It's been nights since I last slept. All those nights I spent drowning myself in so many dreadful thoughts, I just can't seem to get the incident out of my head. My best friend is dead because of me. Night after night and day after day, my mind keeps invalidating back to that one specific night.
I snuck out to a party after my parents said I couldn't go. But now I know that I shouldn't have gone. When I arrived it was all fun and games until everyone started calling me a freak and that's when everything went to hell.
I ran off into the woods, because I didn't want to do something I couldn't control. But it would happen either way because someone always has to run after me. And that someone this time was my best friend Chrissa.
I ran inside the cabin I happened to see while I was trying to run away from reality because I'm not normal. The things that I do I don't mean to do but I can't seem to control it.
As I was inside the cabin I saw that Chrissa was trying to speak to me but I couldn't hear a word she was saying because of the things I see. And those things are white cloudy mist and shadows. The shadows kept whispering really loudly but I tried to ignore them but no matter how hard I tried to it didn't work even though my ears were covered by my hands.
Soon after the cabin caught fire because of me. I walked right through the fire to get through the entrance and I was able to get out so I assumed Chrissa got out too but she didn't. I couldn't find her anywhere. So the only assumption was that my bestfriend is dead and I think it's my fault.
I gave up looking for her and collapsed to the ground realizing that I just lost my best friend. I screamed so loud because my heart was completely broken. Then I broke down crying and could not stop.
People from the party came running when they saw the fire.
"Why is that freak screaming like a moron?" Meredith, the most popular girl in school said.
Chrissa's older sister came running toward me.
"Where is she freak?" Clarinette yelled loudly.
I looked her in her eyes and told her I was sorry then she slapped me as hard as she could while I was continuously crying and screaming.
Soon after the police came but I left the scene before they had a chance to speak with me and ran home as fast I could and as I was running I still felt tears falling down my cheeks.
When I reached my house I noticed that both my parents were sitting on the couch and they shot their eyes straight toward the door when they heard it open so loudly. As soon as I got in the house I hit the floor crying and screaming because I was just hurting so badly."Sweetie what's wrong?" Mom said so abruptly.
"OMG honey you look so damaged!" Dad said.
"Mmmm..my friend I..I..I think I killed her." I said winching through pain.
Mom had made me soup and dad carried me upstairs to bed. Which of course I'm thankful for but I didn't eat the soup and I've never gone to sleep like my parents expected. For that matter I haven't slept or eaten in days.
