The small girls eyes lit up as she closed the slender box and smiled at teh boy sitting with her,

"I'll wear it forever." she said happily, eyes dancing as she clutched the box against her chest portectively.

Then everything faded away and the girl was in another place.
She was a few years older now, and surrounded by adults that seemed preoccupied by something of importance.

"Please? Why can't I go?" she pleaded, her eye's almost in tears as she gripped the necklace she was wearing far to tightly.
No-one seemed to care, if they noticed at all.
Why couldn't she come? She wanted to say goodbye to grandpa to.

"You'll understand when your older."

Those words echo'd as the girl found herself falling back into the past again, from years before.
She watched in horrified silence, wishing her body would elt her move, she wanted to help!
She stay where she was left, hidden from the terror not far from her, far to scared to move.
Unfolding before her eyes was a bloodbath, and though her memories had been blurred over by tears, time, and emotion, she remembered clearly the slaughter of her best friend.

Suroundings evaporated gain, into days after that horrific event that no-one knew she witnessed.
Relatives had arrived to salvage what was left of their families possessions,which ended up only being a car and the necklace that had been given to the girl,and to take care of teh funeral arrangements.
Though they seemed far more interested in hte necklace then anything else.

"No!" the girl cryed out, clutching the item around her neck protectively as she fled down the hall to her room.
It was all she had left of her best friend, and she had promised him to never take it off. No matter what.
Her sobbing drowned out the adults arguing outside her door.
Guilt and memories filling her mind, tears came freely down ehr face.

"Sean!" the girl called out as she bolted upright in her bed.
She was 16 years old now, and still dreams of her memories haunted her.
Closing her eyes and pressing her palm against her forehead, she tried to calm her breathing.
She was covered in a cold sweat, her long brown hair matted to her head, and she could still feal tears in her eyes as she slipped her feet over the side of the bed.
A shower counded good right about now.