Story? Well, I guess I have one. Don’t expect a happy ending though. She had been my friend for a year - almost a year. No one else really talked to her in school. I was the only friend of hers, that’s what she told me. She lived down the road from me so we would visit often. Her house was…untidy to say the least but I never minded it. “So, what happened?” After a few months…we had a few disagreements. After the largest one I can remember, I told her to stop talking to me and left. I knew it was wrong but I was angry at her. Then, things started to become strange. The teachers stopped calling her name and she started missing class. I thought she was just skipping them but it wasn’t like her. One day, I went to visit her house. Her brother answered the door. “Oh, hi.” “Hi. Is Freya here?” He went silent for a few seconds. “She’s been dead for weeks…” Two questions remained after that day: 1) What would’ve happened if I hadn’t left her? 2) If she was dead, who was the person I kept seeing in the halls?
