Just like last time, the darkness fades into the image of a huge white bricked building. It's much too big to be labelled a 'house' but too small to be classed as a 'mansion'. The perfectly square windows are framed by pale yellow curtains, which are partially closed. A thin stone path, which leads up to the plain oak door, is surrounded by petite flowers in a variety of reds, whites, blues, pinks, and yellows. On each side of the path, past the flowers, is a patch of luscious green grass. The left side is empty, whilst the right side holds a single wilting sunflower.

Tamara's house.

As I stand there, images from my house come back to me.

Happiness.

Maybe Tammi is happier without me. Maybe her life is so much better. She's probably popular, with a huge group of friends, maybe even a boyfriend. She probably isn't bullied in this life. She is probably happy.

Alo advances down the thin path, with me following behind. He disappears through the door without flinching, whilst I squeeze my eyes shut, afraid I'm going to feel the force of the door on my face.

He's done this plenty of times before.

The hallway is exactly the same as I remember. Pictures of Tammi and her little sister, Yasmine, framing the off-white walls.

Alo instantly heads for the stairs.

Of course. He knows where everyone is. Tammi's in her room. She always is.

I cautiously step onto the first step, slightly worried that if I can walk through doors, then I could fall through the steps. When my foot touches the step I test it with my weight, and when nothing happens, I approach the next step. This process continues until I reach the top of the staircase, where I am greeted with a puzzled but amused looking Alo.

"What?" I asked as I walked past him, "I don't exactly want to fall through the floor."

I reach the door that is Tammi's when I feel a hand on my shoulder.

"I'm sorry..." Alo whispers sadness and guilt clouding his features. I stare at him confused for a moment, before turning and walking straight through the door - eyes closed.

What I see when I open my eyes causes my heart to stop.

I was so wrong.

My best friend is laying on her bedroom floor, with blood freely flowing from her wrists onto the white carpet. Her skin is paper white, and her brown eyes are completely covered by purple eyelids. Her black hair is splayed around her, almost in the shape of a halo. Her chest is moving with her ragged breaths, but it's barely visible. She looks peaceful.

Tears fill my vision as I stare at my best friend. I feel so useless. There's nothing I can do to help her. I can just watch. Watch as she slowly dies.

I didn't notice Alo walk up beside me. "Oakley..." He starts.

"No." I cut him off. Sadness, and anger flood my tone as I turn to him. "Is this some sort of sick joke?"

"No Oak-"

"This isn't funny. I want this to stop. If you're trying to scare me Alo, it's working" I almost yell.

This can't be real.

This shouldn't be happening. Tammi should be happy.

"Oakley, this isn't a joke. Tammi-" he starts.

"You don't get to call her that" I snap. I was the only one to call her Tammi. To everyone else, she was just Tamara.

He sighs. "Tamara isn't popular. She is bullied. She definitely isn't happy. I'm sorry you had to see this-"

"Then why did you show me?" I exclaim.

"You needed to see that not everyone is happy without you." He replies simply.

Just then the door bursts down. I guess I'd forgotten my surroundings because I instantly remembered where I was and what was happening. Her dad had burst down the door, and was now staring pale-faced at his unconscious daughter. Her mother enters behind him and her eyes drop to the floor where she lay. Tears spring to her eyes as she drops to her knees beside her. Her father runs out the room - probably to call an ambulance, leaving her mother holding the limp girl in her arms. A small, shaking finger drifts to her neck - checking for a pulse.

I glance at the mother cradling her daughter with tears in her eyes "I'm sorry" Alo whispers.

Her father runs back into the room, red-eyed and clutching the phone to his left ear. He looks at his wife then at his daughter. She shakes her head, a loud sob leaving her mouth. Tears spring to his eyes as he drops the phone.

I turn away.

My best friend is dead.

Without saying a word to Alo, I sprint out of the room, down the stairs and out the house.

When I reach the end of the path, I fall. Tears flood my vision, temporarily blinding me.

If I didn't exist, my family would be happy.

But my best friend would be dead.

You saved my life Oakley, and you have no idea how thankful I am.
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Edited: 27th July 2015