Trigger warning: Suicide.

It's told from Juliet's point of view.

I had been here that night. By this road, a truck had come at full speed. I had refused to listen to anything that Sam Kingston had tried to say to me. So when I ran out into the road, she came running after me.

But how?

After thinking of it every night since it happened I had had to realize that she knew something. She knew something about me that I had never told anyone and she was coming after me. And why? Why on earth did she do that?

Now there was a photo of her smiling, some flowers and a couple of teddy bear by the side of the road where Sam had been hit by that truck, right in front of my eyes.

In my pocket laid a little paper, I was going to frame it so it didn't break and the text with only one single sentence went away with time.

It's never too late

It felt like those words meant more than even I could tell. I didn't recognize the handwriting by the few words. But too late?

Too late for what?

It was like someone had known what I was planning to do. Like they wanted to stop me. Like things could still change…

Too late for all of the things that had been said and done? Did those words mean anything still? I knew there had been something strange about those girls- Lindsay and her new friends, or maybe it was only Sam that had been acting strange. And those had been the worse after all they had done. Most others just ignored me.

And all the memories I had with Lindsay….

But someone had known more about what I was going through and what I was planning.

Had I just chosen another way that wouldn't have affected anyone else?

Sam and her squad had done several nasty things to me.

But that didn't mean that I wanted her, or any of them to die.

None of it was worth the memories in my head of that truck coming closer, while it felt like a year but couldn't have been more than a couple of seconds. With the noise of it honking the driver must as good as have been standing on the breaks.

And then the bang while I realized I still wasn't touching it.

But it was my fault, all my fault.

Sam had gotten in the room to get me away from a speeding truck. She had gotten me away from trying to kill myself.

I couldn't stop wondering about why. Why she would care about me after all of the time that had passed by. All of the words and all of the actions that had been made by them towards me. Calling me Psychotic and Lindsay, after being my best friend and I was there for her through all of her parents' fighting. That was only the start of it but I couldn't stop wondering why.

Why had Sam jumped in front of the speeding truck to save me?

It would have made sense if I killed myself, those suicide victims people heard of were often the same stories. Stories about bullying, broken and lonely people.

Yeah! It would have made sense if I had succeeded with killing myself.

What didn't make any sense was Samantha Kingston pushing me out of the way and killing herself in the move.

What didn't make any sense were the photo and flowers on the side of this road.

What didn't make any sense was her funeral today.

No!

None of what had ended up actually happening made any sense.

None of it!

But she had obviously known something was going on when she ran after me.

So how?

It was Saturday, just over a week since I had run out into the road in front of the truck and since Sam ran after. Her funeral was today, right now. In a church within walking distance from my house. Despite that I had decided not to go to it- how could I when I was the one who had even killed her? When everything was my fault?

And if I, with the small little piece of paper in my pocket had been given a second chance.

I knew one thing only.

After all the pieces that had fit together the day before everything changed.

I was never going to throw this away.

Random fact (I always leave one at the end of every chapter)

I finished reading the book a couple of days ago, then I found the movie on YouTube. I was watching it while writing (I usually have the TV on while writing) And after it was on my to-read-list on goodreads for years I am very happy that I finally read it.