There he was. Shane. My boyfriend, making out with Taylor Swift, his rumored crush. They didn't notice me, tears streaking my face and all. I let out a sob and ran out of the party. Shane was calling my name but I honestly did not care what he did. I hated him now. I ran into the street.

"Mitchie! Watch out!" Shane screamed. I didn't understand. The only thing I understood now was the enormous pain engulfing my whole body and blood everywhere. My blood. I tried to stay awake, I really did. But part of me thought maybe I could escape the mental pain if I just left the world. Maybe forever.

I heard crying of many people. Where was I? Why is everyone so sad? I opened my eyes, but the light was too much. My head was throbbing and I was hurting all over. I winced.

"She's awake! Oh my god she's awake!" Hmmmm…I thought. That voice sounds familiar. Oh great, just great! I thought bitterly. The last person on earth I wanted to see.

Doctors rushed in and my mom, dad, brother, Shane, Caitlynn, Nate, and Jason were whisked out of the horrid white room. They asked me a couple of questions and I answered honestly. Dr. Brown said I could leave tomorrow morning.

Shane walked in carefully, I mean if I wasn't in a hospital bed I would be doing some serious butt-kicking, and he knew it. His eyes were red and puffy. He had been crying. I saw him reach for my hand but I pulled away. He nodded understandingly.

"Why?" I asked before he had a chance to say anything. I couldn't hold the tears back any longer. He started to say something, but once again, I cut him off. "What happened to 'Mitch, those rumors are stupid, I love you and only you.'? I trusted you."

He shrugged his shoulders. "People change and promises are broken, Mitch." He looked heartbroken saying it. What?! I desperately tried to say, but nothing came out. The beeps echoing in the room got farther apart. Shane looked confused, and yelled for the doctors. I blacked out.

Shane's POV

I hated Taylor for making me say that. I truly did love Mitchie Torres. But blackmail was a powerful thing. I had broken my promise. THE promise. And she knew. She threatened to tell the world.

Little did anyone know, those words would make Mitchie have a stroke. What have I done?

Dr. Brown came out. "I am terribly sorry, but Michaela Torres has passed away." Now it was my turn to run. What did I do? I am a terrible person. Those words cost me the love of my life. Words that can kill.