Guess who's un-grounded for at least the Thanksgiving weekend?! MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I'm so happy to be able to write, you don't even know.

~ JM/SS/CW

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"Riley, open the door!"

Please, please open the door.

"Riley Matthews, unlock this door right now!"

I love you. Don't do this.

"Riley, please!"

You're too young, too beautiful. You deserve to live.

"Maya, go get a butter knife out of the kitchen. Hurry!"

Mr. Matthews is yelling at me. Why is he yelling at me? Riley is the one killing herself.

My legs are moving, but I can't feel them. They're numb. I'm so numb.

There's a butter knife in my hand. I'm taking it upstairs. Mr. Matthews yanks it out of my hand.

Why is he angry? I should be angry. She's my girlfriend.

The door is open. Riley is in the bathtub, but her clothes are on.

She's sleeping. Why is she sleeping? Wake up, Riley. Wake up.

Topanga is crying. She's checking Riley's pulse and crying.

Everyone is crying. Everyone is crying but me. Stop crying. Please stop crying.

There are people running into the bathroom. They're picking up Riley, taking her out of the bathtub.

Get your hands off of her. Get your hands off of my girlfriend.

Someone is hugging me. Who is hugging me? I look down. It's Auggie. Auggie is hugging me.

"They're going to fix Riley, Maya. They're going to save her."

They're going to save her. Please save her. Please, please save her.