Two years ago, Arabella Jones was my best friend. She was trendy, sweet, caring and was the best friend a girl could ever have.

But suddenly, she changed.

Arabella became quiet, upset and she wouldn't tell me why.

I told her to see a doctor, but she wouldn't listen.

Our friendship fell apart.

And then one day, she came to me and told me everything.

She told me she went to the magical and fictional world of Narnia created by C.S Lewis. She told me she married High King Peter, how she became friends with the Pevensies.

I didn't know what to make of it.

But I decided to believe her.

Arabella and I were big fans of the Narnia movies, but neither of us had read the actual books.

Arabella started to read them.

And she was normal again.

We were going home from Christmas shopping.

"I can't wait for Voyage of the Dawn Treader to come out!" I exclaimed.

Arabella smiled. "I can't wait either."

Arabella and I were waiting on the pavement to cross the road.

"Do you...ever want to go back?" I asked, referring to Narnia.

"Always."

I looked down at my red sneakers. What was going on in Bella's mind?

"Come on." Arabella grabbed my arm and I realized we could cross the road.

And then my life changed.

We were walking halfway across the road when I heard my best friend yell.

"Diana!"

Somebody pushed me and a fell on my side. A sharp pain went up my arm.

The next few moments seemed to move in slow motion.

I saw Arabella standing there, her arms still outstretched from pushing me.

I saw a car appear and inch closer and closer to Bella.

"Noooo!" I shouted.

Bella smiled. She smiled.

And then the car hit her.

On the ninth of November, my best friend was killed when she was hit by a car.

The doctors said she died instantly.

I didn't understand why she'd done it. Something told me it wasn't because she wanted me to live...at least, that wasn't the only reason.

My mind told me I'd find the answers in the Chronicles of Narnia. I read the books.

And I found the answer in The Last Battle.

They'd died. All seven friends of Narnia except for Susan.

Bella had wanted to die. She wanted to go to the Real Narnia and be with Peter, her husband, and her friends. She wanted to go home.

It's been half a year since Arabella died.

I'm crying now, The Call by Regina Spektor is playing on my IPod.

I'll come back, when you call me...

Maybe Peter called her. Or maybe it was just time.

No need to say goodbye.

No need to say goodbye.

I close my eyes.

You'll see me again, Diana. There's no need to cry.

I'm even imagining my BFF's voice. Or maybe it's really her. Sometimes I don't understand, even now. My heart aches, but I know, deep in me, I know Arabella's happy.

I understand. Regina Spektor was right. There's really no need to say goodbye. I know I'll see Bella again. I just have to wait for the right time. I'll see her again, one day. I just have to be patient.

I look out of the window and I see the twinkling stars.

The song's ended now.

I climb into my bed, still looking out my window.

I smile. I'm not crying anymore.

"Goodnight Arabella."

I dream about Narnia...and Arabella's there waving and smiling, hand in hand with Peter.

I'll come back, when it's over, there's no need to say goodbye...

Yes, no need to say goodbye.

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