My tears had dried by the time she came. The moment she opened the door and I saw her face, I couldn't stop them from coming. All she did was sit by me and comfort me, but I knew it was harder for her than it was for me.
"I'm sorry… I… I'm s-so sorry!" I cried, hiding my face in my hands. She didn't say anything. She just nodded. I never wanted any of this. I wanted to be happy. That seemed like a dream to me now, a dream out of reach.
Two hours earlier, I was having the time of my life. My friends and I had snuck into a huge party and crashed it. We were having a blast, at a party whose host we didn't know. We kept drinking, and going crazy. I lost control. I didn't know what I was doing; I was oblivious to everyone and just wanted to have fun.
My best friend brought her boyfriend and it was just the three of us. We easily got separated, and I got pulled into another group. They seemed fun and friendly, I wasn't too reluctant to join.
I felt hands on me, but I brushed it off as usual. Normally I'd be disgusted and walk away, but the alcohol dulled that sense of mine. I let them do whatever they wanted, I didn't care. At the moment, it felt good to be in the spotlight. I didn't think about what would happen next.
The four men started touching me, in a fiercer way than before. It became repulsive and I told them off. They didn't stop. I couldn't do anything. I was helpless. I screamed for help, but they dragged me to a corner. They covered my mouth as I was bawling my eyes out. They kept going.
Then I heard his voice. Oh god, help me, please, I thought. It was my best friends' boyfriend. He saw me and panicked. He ran over and started peeling the guys off of me. He managed to knock out one of the guys before it happened.
It was loud. It was quick. It was terrifying.
"NOO!" I screamed, as I heard the men scramble away as he fell. He fell to the floor, with wide eyes and blood streaming from his chest. His prized Nikes were drenched in his own blood.
"Police…" I was shaking. "POLICE! SOMEONE, PLEASE HELP!" My knees wobbled and I fell to his side. He was someone I confided to when my best friend and I were in a fight. He was like a brother to me. Seeing him like that broke me. I loved him as much as my best friend did, but in a different way. I held his hand, but he stayed still. He slowly turned cold.
I heard sirens in the background, but my eyes never tore off him. It all seemed so surreal. The tears wouldn't stop rolling, but I felt so empty. I couldn't blink them away. I couldn't move. All I kept doing was stroking his hand, hoping I could keep him warm, keep him alive.
I heard a gasp, and I knew it was my best friend. I managed to look at her, and her expression mirrored mine, confirming that this was reality. Disbelief flashed in her features, then anger, and sadness. Her heart was broken. I reached out and sat her beside me. I hugged her as tight as I could. I could feel something warm on my shoulder as I cried on hers.
We were silent. The only thing we could hear was people screaming, and sirens in the background.
"I'm sorry."