TW

    I look around, my senses being overwhelmed. Yellow crime scene tape. Everywhere. Police chattering all around the park.
      My hands are shaking, and I'm not cold. I can't believe what they are telling me. She can't be dead. She's not dead. I saw her yesterday.
     I watch in horror as they lift her body onto the stretcher. A wave of realization crashes over me. She's gone..

    I drop to my knees, my shoulders heaving with sobs.

For ten years, Kaylie was my best friend. The most kind girl you ever could meet. She completed me, the sister I never had. A part of me was gone and nothing could ever fill that emptiness.

  
Two weeks later, I am sitting in a police station, listenting to them explain what could never be true.
     "Drugs...gangs..anger...murder. Wrong place, wrong time. Bad person.", is all I hear from the police officers.

I stare at my hands, "No."

"Ellie..", My mom grabs my head. I pull away.

"She was a good person..", I grab my jacket and run out.

One Month Later

I just lost Kaylie. Why is the world so fucking horrible to take away Noah right after losing her? It would be almost our one year anniversay, but he's missing.
My heart is stinging...but my gut feels off.
 
     How could these two things just happen within a month? Is it just my shitty luck? That's impossible. Even for me.

I shake the thought from my head, it's just horribly coincidental.
 
     I open a soda, but there's a shock in my stomach. I double over in pain, "Gah!"
    I'm home alone..what if I die...what if...what if....Thousands of thoughts pound into my head.
      A sudden crash from the office area of my house distracts me from the pain and thoughts.
     One hand pressed on my stomach, the other propping me up against the counter, I call out, "Hello-?"
        After a quick shuffle, everything went silent. I poke my head around the corner, peering into my dad's office. Papers are scattered everywhere, drawers are thrown apart, the windows are smashed.
      I sweep away the broken glass from the window and lean out, looking both ways.
     Panic races through me, when I come to realization. I pull my phone from my pocket and frantically dial the police, "Hello, I think my house was just broken into. I'm home alone. I think the guy-..",...I slowly begin drooping over. My chest burning, I drop my phone, breaking it. On the floor, I'm fighting for my breath.
     I dig my fingers into the floor, ignoring the glass slicing my finger tips. Sirens wail outside. My vision goes black, and my mind goes fuzzy.

I'm thrust into a hazy dream-like state. It's a modern white train station, and it reminds me of Harry Potter so I chuckle. I look around, dragging my hand across the smooth benches.

     "Ellie...", A voice echoes in the bleached emptiness.
     "Noah-..?!?", I'd recognize that voice from anywhere. I run to him, jumping into his arms. He twirls me around through the air, laying a soft kiss on my head.

    "Noa-...where are we?", I say, my eyes going crooked. "No time to explain. Just find  Brea. She'll explain everything and keep you safe.", Noah begins to fade away, and I grasp at him, trying to pull him into my arms.

     I snap back into reality, in a hospital bed. My parents are staring at me, their expressions panicky and fearful. I raise my eyebrows.
    "Ellie, why did you try to commit?", My mom throws questions my way.
     "Mom-..what are you talking about?", I sit up, noticing several bandages all over my hands, covering the glass cuts.
     "You had an insane, deadly amount of drugs in your system and a hint of alcohol poisoning too.", My Dad seemed more angry tuan than concerned. While my Mom was at my left side blubbering, my Dad was going off on an anti-drug tangent.
     "Guys, I swear I didn't drink or do any drugs.", I backed away from them.
     "You smashed apart my office.", He glared, "And I'm missing some insanely important files!"
     I look him dead in the eyes, "Dad...what files are they?"
    He immediately gets uncomfortable.
    I rip the I.V. from my arm, and stand up.
    "I need to go do something.", I walk out, ignoring my parents protests. Nurses grab at me, trying to force me into a wheelchair, and I shove them away.

After a rough escape, I catch my breath in the same park where Kaylie died. I rack my brain for what happened in that hella realistic dream.
     "Brea...brea...brea...", I repeat in a whisper to myself. I punch the tree I'm leaning against. God damn. This is all connected. But HOW?!?!? I don't have any enemies, or any that would do THIS, anyways.

Wait...

I pull out my severely damaged phone, praying to the gods it's still usable. Yes! It turns on, although very cracked, I can make out what the screen says. I open up my  messages with Noah, and scroll. The name 'Brea' sounds familiar.

His childhood best friend..

Brea Beckham.