Part Three

Sandy stared in shock at the sight before her.

''What? What are you looking at? Come and stare at the freak! Free today only!''

Delicately placing her books on Bra's desk, Sandy walked over to the quivering heap that was her friend. Gingerly, she leant down, so as not to tread in the blood that stained the usually perfect carpet. With perfectly calm hands she removed the glistening knife from Bra's shaking ones. Taking Bra in her arms, she pulled her close and quietly hummed a tune from their childhood, stroking Bra's bedraggled hair comfortingly as bitter sobs filled the air.

''Sandy?'' Bra raised her tear stained face. ''I'm sorry.''