The door opens, "Hey Sky," she greets, motioning me to come in. I take my shoes off at the door and follow Brooklyn to the basement. All her friends are there, half girls, half boys. I make eye contact with Alex, he smiles. Then I see Noah again, staring me down. I head into the basement bathroom and slam the door. I hear whispers of confusion outside the door. I lock the door and press my back against it, pressing my hands to the side of my face. "Stop, stop, stop," I start whispering to myself. "Calm down," I hear Noah say as he places an imaginary hand on my shoulder. "Leave me alone, you bitch!" I yell. "Sky, is someone in there with you?" I hear someone ask. I don't respond, there is, but only I know that. I just stare at Noah, thinking of what to do. Noah eyes one of the top cabinets. I tilt my head in confusion. "There are weapons in there, open it," he says. "It's locked," I say, noticing the lock. "That's what bobby pins are for," he says, handing me one. I unlock the lock and open the cabinet. It's full of knifes and a few guns. I grab a knife and return to my spot against the door. "You should go in there, Alex," I hear a few people suggest. "Okay," I hear him say. The lock of the door jiggles for a while until it unlocks. The door opens just a crack because of me laying against it. "Can I come in?" Alex asks, tapping my shoulder. "Sure, do whatever you want," I say. I scoot over to where the door can be opened without hitting me. I hide my knife, keeping my hand behind my back. Alex enters and sits down next to me, closing the door. "What's going on?" He asks, looking directly into my eyes. "Shit," I say. "What kind of shit?" He asks. "You know how I've been depressed, right?" I ask. "Yeah, I heard that your parents got you some medicine to help," he says. "It doesn't help, everytime I'm alone or with anyone besides my parents my brother Noah shows up," I say, revealing the truth, I trust him. He gasps, "But he's dead," he responds. "He's imaginary," I say. He nods as if he understands it now. Then his eyes find my hidden hand. "What are you hiding?" He asks. "Stab him," Noah says. I stand up and start to back up until my back presses against the other wall. "Skylar, what are you hiding?" Alex asks again, fear in his eyes. "Nothing," I mutter, obviously lying. He slowly approaches me. "Get away!" I yell as I slash at the air in front of me. He backs up, alarmed. He knows it's no use to help me, he'll get hurt if he tries. I sit back down, crying. Alex settles down next to me, knowing that it's safe to be near me now. He wraps an arm around me. "It's okay," he mutters quietly. I stand back up to put the knife away when someone snatches it from me. "I told you to hurt him!" Noah yells, slashing at me. He misses the first few times then finally slashes my thigh. Then again on my cheek. I fall onto the floor, holding my stomach. "Sorry, sorry," I mutter. Noah isn't paying attention to me anymore, he's looking at Alex. "Alex! Watch out!" I yell. Noah slashes me again, on my arm, for warning Alex. I shut my eyes, not wanting to watch. I hear one long sound of contact. I open my eyes and Noah is gone. Alex is now also laying on the floor, bleeding from his neck. I slowly crawl over to him. "I'm sorry," I mutter, angry at myself, and Noah. He lightly nods, clearly about to pass out. His head falls, showing that he is unconscious. I lean in to his face and stroke his face, I feel terrible about all this. I kiss him lightly on the lips, I don't know why, maybe of pity. But I know that we'll get through this together. My sight turns pitch black, just as I intertwine his hand in mine.