I look at Layla taking pictures of her. She looks at me confused.

"Hasel? What are you doing?" She asked me.

"Taking pictures. For the school newspaper."I lie to her angling the camera and snap another pic. She smiles and puts the camera down.

"You took 14 yesterday! Remember?" She tells me. I try to remember, but all I remember is blood and knifes. But why? Fire flashes in my mind.

She can see the struggle on my face.

"Hasel you seem like something is bothering you." She holds my shoulder.

"I'm fine. I think." I mutter. She lets go of me and I grab her hand. Now I remember hanging the pictures up. I always put her pictures up.

I remember taking a picture of her house, I remember hanging the picture of her address and phone number.

"Don't touch the pictures don't touch Layla." I mutter.

"What did you say?" Asks Layla.

I get up and leave. She runs after me and I run.

I turn around a get a picture of her running. I turn around and bolt. She grabs my shirt.

"What's going on?!" She yells. I struggle but she pulls me back and holds me.

"Let me go! I have to do something!" I hiss.

"Why would I? I don't know what the hell you're doing!" She chokes me. I drop my camera and I try to reach it. But she gets it and opens and sees the film and gasp.

I stop and she holds me harder.

"No...." I moan putting my hand on my head.

"What is this?!" She yells panting. I can feel her chest rise up and down. She pulls my hair and I grunt. She gets out her phone and dials 911.

She talks to them and I feel hot tears in my eyes. Is this the end? Will I live? What will they do to me? My tears go into her arm.

"Stop crying you deserve this." She scolds. "What's precious about these pictures?" Layla asks me.

"I hang them up. I think, I can't really remember yesterday." I tell her and she hesitates.

"Hang them?" She gasps. I nod. She pulls me to the grass and sits down forcing me too sit also. The cops pull over too. I try to run but she kicks my feet. I struggle but she holds me tighter. I bite her hand but she shoves her hand into my mouth and I gasp for air.

The cops come and they look at me. They ball there hands together I look up tears streaming down my face and they hit me in the head and I hear ringing. The whole world turns blurry. And it all went black.