Screams penetrated from the bathroom so that I sat straight up. I rushed in not bothering to knock. She was lying on the floor covered in blood and throw up in the toilet and around the floor by the base where she had missed. I covered my mouth with my hand and listened to the quickened footsteps running up the stairs. She was crying and could not move.

"Don't...don't tell him, please. Don't let him know." She begged through quickened gasps and cries. Tears of black paint dripped down her cheeks. My father ran in and stared down with no words for minutes.

"What happened?!" He asked while grabbing towels from the upper cabinet overlooking the sink. Dried blood made a frozen waterfall in the sink getting lighter as it went down. She eventually sat up and said that she had felt sick and was throwing up but she slipped and hit her head, that's where the blood came from. He did not notice the cuts on her arm and paid no attention to the knife badly hidden behind the toilet. She was put in the bathtub and the door was closed. I sat with my back against the door while she bathed. I heard her tiny tears and I couldn't help but silently cry alongside her. It was hard to not feel any empathy for a girl in so much pain, emotionally and physically but letting my father know would be a suicide that would not fail.

"I'm sorry," she said to me from inside the door.

"Why, Sarah? You're my best friend and I don't want you gone because I...I don't know what I would do without you." Her tearful cries grew.

"I'm sorry, I was being selfish...I just couldn't take the pain anymore." I nodded though no one was there to see. I closed my eyes and thought of how Sarah had been so happy and flowery when her parents were alive. I thought of the times she would go to ballet and dance like ants were biting her in the butt, but then they were gone. She was at school and she was pulled out of class, no one knew what happened all that they said was that it was an accident. The garden lost a flower that day. She started keeping her feelings inside and showing her pain through her clothes and demeanor. I heard the moving of feet in the water and a firm placing of them on the ground. I heard a click and then steps towards the bathtub where she moved her feet through the water again.

"Come in, I unlocked the door." She said. I opened the door and walked inside closing the door silently. I stood there awkwardly staring at my feet. She sat her self up and moved her knees towards her chest. "Come in." She said gently but forcefully. As afraid as I was I took off my shirt and pants leaving my underwear and got into the bath tub. I looked into her eyes and she looked into mine. She moved herself closer and I stretched myself out so that she laid on my chest and I held her. She breathed slowly but made no noise. It was nice and I enjoyed her beside me. "Don't tell him."

"I promise, I won't." I said knowing she wasn't talking about my father this time.