I didn't mean to kill him.

I didn't want to either..

It all just happened so fast I –

Ringringring !

My cellphone broke my quiet thoughts , and echoed off my walls.

I move my eyes away from Eli, to stare at my silver phone, making my eyes water.

Once my vision clears, I read the caller.

Adam.

My heart sinks to my feet, and my eyes begin to tear up. Adam – Eli's best , and only friend. I can just picture his innocent little face , filled with horror and sadness when he finds out Eli is dead. Better yet, that I MURDERED Eli.

I slowly and steadly unhook my right arm from my leg, and let it drop.

Once I get the feeling in my fingertips, I pick up my phone, and quickly say Hello, in a crackly and faint tone.

"Hey Clare! Hey, have you seen Eli? I've called him about 20 times! Last I heard of him was when he went over your house 4 nights ago. Is he still with you?"

I closed my eyes, fighting back the oncoming tears. "A-Adam ..J-uust ..-just co-me over here.. Something bad hap…pend.."

There was a few seconds of silence before Adam replied. "What do you mean? Are you okay? You sound like a frog! Haha. Anyways, don't worry, I'll be over in 10"

With that, I hung up, and let my phone drop to the floor.

What was I doing? I invited Adam over. He's not ready for this. I'M not ready for this. I'll have to explain to him everything that happened. I'll have to see how hurt he'll be.. What if he calls the cops? What if he doesn't want to hear anything I say, and reports me? I can't go to jail! But I should go to jail! I've killed not just anyone, but Eli …

I drop my head into my knees and begin to sob.

"DAMMIT ELI, WHY!" I scream into my knees, as if it was his fault I killed him.

"WHY DID YOU- YOU-" I fall over onto my bed, lying on my stomach , and throwing my face into my pillow.

I pound my fists into the mattress, making the bed shake.

After a few minutes of nonstop sobbing, I decide I should clean the place up before Adam gets here. Its bad enough he has to see Eli's body , but to see the crime scene?

I drag myself off my bed, and get a feeling for my legs. Once I think they are sturdy enough to stand on, I begin to walk to my bathroom, careful to avoid blood on the carpet – even though it's already dried.

I enter the bathroom, and am imminently horrified with what I see in the mirror. "I'm disgusting" I whisper.

Before even getting started on my room, I decide to wash my face, just to feel the slightest bit cleaner.

That , and I'm not so eager to go back and face Eli's dead body.

I turn the faucet on and stick my face in the cool water. Instant comfort washes over me.

I let myself relax for a good minute, before grabbing a cloth, and dumping four globs of soap onto it.

I scrub myself as hard as I can, ridding any mucus and dried tears on me.

Once I've scrubbed my face clean, I dry my face with a cloth, and somewhat brush my hair.

When I get most of the knots out of my hair, I throw it in a ponytail, and brush my teeth, 2 times.

My eyes lock with my reflection and feel half pleased with what I see.

Exiting the bathroom, I feel the horror rush over me of having Eli's dead body in my bedroom.

I bite my lip, and stand in the hallway for a few seconds, before I get an idea.

I walk down my stairs , and grab the nearest blanket I see, which is a purple one my mom found at a garage sale.

I fold it into a square, so I can easily bring it up the stairs.

Closing my eyes, I enter my room and quickly unfold the blanket and throw it over to the area where Eli is.

I squint open my eyes, and see that I got the blanket directly on him.

Feeling a bit revealed that I don't have to see Eli's dead body anymore, I begin to clean my room.

I start with the mirror.

Picking the broken pieces up, I throw them in a garbage bag I found in the closet.

Feeling sick from seeing the blood everywhere, I decide to go and get a rag, and cleaner.

I soak all the areas that contain blood , and scrub them like crazy.

The blood easily comes of my wall, but only faintly comes off my rug.

"CLARRRRRRRRRRE!" I hear a voice yell.

I gasp. "Adam is here already!"

My heart freezes, along with my body. Its time. I have to tell him what I did to Eli.

I throw the bloodly rag in the hamper, along with a bunch of dirty clothes that was on floor.

I fly down the stair case , and open the door.

"Cla- WOAH. What happened to YOU?"

I guess I didn't look as decent as I thought; I thought bitterly.

Serious washes over my face.

"Something happened Adam" I say.

Adam's giddy expression fades. "What do you mean?" He asks, as he takes a seat on the couch.

I look away, and ball my hands into fists.

" I killed Eli" I say, plainly.

Adam's eyes widen. "You're – you're kidding right?"

I feel my face red up, as I break into a sob.

"Clare this isn't funny" Adam yells, freaking out.

"IM NOT LYING!" I yell between sobs.

Adam jumps out of his seat, and starts pacing and flailing his arms.

"No ! NO! ELI IS NOT DEAD!"

"HE IS. I KILLED HIM. I STABBED HIM IN THE HEART!" I scream , falling into my couch pillow.

Adam's eyes get red, and start to water.

"He can't be dead!"

He turns away from me, and stands there food a good 4 minutes, until he says "Where is he?"

"Ad-" I start

"WHERE IS HE?" Adam says louder.

I wipe the tears out of my eyes, and whisper "follow me."