"Now that was fun," I said to myself admiring my mischief, "Hey wind take me home." Suddenly I felt the familiar feeling of my body shooting up into the air becoming weightless. Landing down on the mossy forest floor, I began to run through the forest playing with my frost. And then I heard it, crying. Cautiously I followed the sound. My stomach dropped there on the dirty ground lay 3 spotless gravestones each on standing out in the dark moor. And beside them, lay a girl almost silent tears dripping down he face.

"Why?" I heard her mutter, "why did you go?, everyone loved you Anna, they care you died. You had amazing grades, a brilliant boyfriend who loved you more than life itself. You had friends everyone knew your name. Not me, I'm the opposite to you. I should have died not you no one would care. Everyone would just be glad it wasn't you. I hear them, whispers on the wind Freak, mentally ill. Those idiots back in therapy say they understand. But they don't none of them do." She pauses taking a shuddering breath. "They have answers for everything telling me to forget you. But I can't! They give me pills but I never take them I won't let myself be like some drunk zombie. I won't forget. Not ever, Oh I wish I wasn't alone Anna. Why do I have to be alone."

I couldn't breath this beautiful girl, she got it. She knew what it was like to be alone in the world. I had a sudden urge to throw my arms around me and never let go. But she can't see me. "You don't have to be alone." i say and follow her as she begins to run

ELSAS POV.

I want to scream, laugh, cry, anything to take away the pain. The numbness that spread to every part of my body. Pain demands to be felt so as I try to ignore it gets worse stabbing hundreds on needles into my body.

I am angry, furious, at everything. Anna, therapy, life, my parents but most of all myself. I should have been the one to die not her. Not Mum an Dad, they were happy. It was my side that hit so why did she die. I begin to run my blood boiling, I don't know where I'm running anywhere but here. I run down and down and I realize I am going to Greenwood park me and Anna's favourite place as kids. The lonely swings barely move in the almost nonexistent breeze. Turning abruptly around blocking the memory's before they can come. I tell myself to walk home focusing on the movements. Feeling the hard gravel beneath my feet and the sweat sticking to the back of my neck. The cold nipping at my exposed skin and I lose myself to it no emotion, no pain. Much better.