"Burnt Toast!" Erin shouted from her bedroom upstairs. "I'm gonna run now!" is what I said, but it sounded more like I was about to hurl my guts. Erin and I had a competition to see who could eat the most sweets, and we now both had major sugar rushes and stomach aches. This caused us to act like we were supposed to be in a mental hospital.

        Following my own instructions, I ran aimlessly around the guest bedroom of my friend's home until my face connected with a wall that seemed to come out of nowhere. Everything was black for a second,but faded soon after. I was physically fine if you didn't count the heavy stream of blood now flowing from my nostrils. I heard something hit the floor with a thud, only to hear Erin screaming,"Oh my God, I think I broke my pupil!" and then her laughing like it was the funniest thing on the planet. I laughed with her, shouting back up,"I think I broke my nose!" quite nasaly, as if it were true instead of a joke. There then was a long silence, but the silence was louder than any noise.

"Erin?"

         Still silence. I ran upstairs, nose bleeding profusely, only to find my best friend lying on the ground dead in a pool of her own blood. "Erin? Wake up, please." I said as I shook her shoulders violently. Instead of the silence I was expecting, a low growl came from her throat. "Erin?" I whispered, scared of what she had become. She pushed herself up with her arms, eye caked with dried blood. She growled and started to sway rythmically, as if she were listening to music. I backed away, then met with the cool touch of a blade. I picked up the metal, finding out it was an iron sword and swung at the monster that stood in front of me. A sickening crack and gurgle was heard throughout the house as the blade met with flesh and bone, removing her head from her shoulders. I quickly grasped my head, realising what I had done, and fell to the floor, soon followed by her body. "No..NO...!" I sobbed as I felt my thoughts take control, looking at the slain body of my former friend.