As I was going through campus on Monday, I was thinking about Autumn possibly leaving our school. To be honest, I didn`t want her to leave. While I sadistically enjoyed seeing her tormented, in a weird way I still loved her. I got chills every time I saw her walking like a ghost through the halls with her innocent face and her big, sad eyes.

I wanted her around. Maybe subconsciously I thought one day I will save her from the nightmare I myself bestowed upon her, and that we will be together again. But I was definitely not ready to let her know I still cared about her.

Just then, professor Edwin suddenly approached me.

"Mike, have you seen Autumn Brooks?"

"No, why?", I replied.

"I don`t know if she told you, but Ms. Brooks wanted to transfer back at Twin Branches next Summer. You know, her first school?", Miss Edwin asked me, apparently thinking I was Autumn`s best friend or something.

"Yea, I didn`t know", I casually responded, trying to hide the fact that I had followed Autumn`s vlogs religiously, and knew exactly what she was up to.

"The board did not approve of her changing schools three times in two years. Autumn was in my office 10 minutes ago and I had to tell her she will stay here until graduation. She ran away, crying", Miss Edwin added, worried.

"Well, I haven`t seen her", I said, devilishly satisfied.

Just then, my phone rang, and it was Autumn. "What the hell is she`s calling me for", I wondered, and put the phone back in my pocket.

I went to the gym for basketball practice and met Julian and the jocks, Mia and the cheerleaders (who were laughing out loud looking at some pictures Mia was showing on her tablet) and a few other schoolmates in front of the door.

I took a glimpse at the tablet Mia was holding, and I saw pictures of Nishan crying. Having watched Autumn's vlog, I suspected what it was all about, but I couldn`t help but wonder what kind of a man Nishan was, to be crying like a little girl in front of Mia. Then again, we all knew Nishan wasn`t much of a man.

We were waiting for coach to come in with the keys, and when he finally arrived to unlock the door, we burst into laughing as we realized it was already open. But as we went in, horror struck.

The image was heartbreaking ...

Autumn was hanging from the ceiling, a thick rope around her neck, swinging back and forth like a pendulum.

She had taken her own life.