As the Mustang sharply turns a street corner, the rocky pavement causes the car to slightly jolt back-and-forth. Finding the jarring rhythm oddly comforting, Paige smiles as she knows that they're getting close to Kira's house. She watches Morgan as he sits behind the steering wheel, noticing that he's being more reserved and quiet than usual. The creepiest thing of all is that he may actually be driving the speed limit for once.

"It's that one." She points out the passenger window at a tall house further down the street. Surprised that she could recognize the house in such a maze of cookie-cutter suburban homes, Morgan twists the steering wheel to stop the car alongside the curb in front of Kira's short driveway. She looks over at him. "Are you sure you're okay? You were acting pretty strange at the hospital."

"Just blanked out for a moment." A cocky smile spreads across his face, his signature I-don't-give-a-shit expression taking over. He must be back to normal. "I'm fine."

"Okay." Holding the record for being in Morgan's longest relationship to date, she can pick up on when he's keeping something from her. "Well, thanks again for the ride."

Nodding, he watches as she reaches for the handle. "Hey."

"Yeah?" She turns to him.

"A sleepover, huh?" He raises an eyebrow, as if suspecting that Paige has some ulterior motives up her sleeve. It wouldn't be the first time. "When did you and Kira become such good friends anyways? I thought you couldn't stand that girl."

"Things change."

He nods again, thinking about how different everything was just a few months ago before the accident. "Yeah, they do."

Swinging the door open, she steps out of the car and onto the sidewalk. After slamming the door back shut, she gives Morgan a slight wave and watches as he peels the car around to leave the way he came.

Paige spins back around and finds herself caught in a state of awe as she looks upon the house. She has always imagined, or dreamed rather, that one day she'll have a beautiful two-story home of her own. That she would come home from work to be tackled by her kids the second she walks in the front door and they would tell her about what they learned in school that day. Then the love of her life, at the time she pictured it as her future husband but who knows now, would greet her with a fresh, home-cooked meal and a fiery kiss.

Sighing, she shakes her head as what feels like reality kicks in. She'll never be successful... Or loved. Who is she kidding?

She looks away from the house, drawing her attention to the short picket fence bordering the front yard, as she walks up the driveway. She cuts to the left, following a small path leading to the side of the house. Square bricks, each spaced apart by even increments of six inches, are buried into the perfectly cut lawn as they lead a trail to Kira's patio door.

Wondering how convenient it must be to have a door to her own room, she reaches out to tap on one of the many glass panels on the door. The curtains are drawn back from inside but not much can be seen in the dark room. As she leans forward to peer inside, she's barely able to distinguish the outline of Kira's bed frame.

"Kira?" She whispers, tapping on the glass again. Remembering that Kira said that the door would be unlocked, the reaches for the handle and twists it. The door slightly squeaks as she eases it open to a small crack and slips inside, trying not to wake up anybody else in the house. "Kira, it's me. You awake?"

Faintly noticeable in the moonlight coming from the glass door, she can see Kira tucked under the sheets on her bed. She lies on her left side, facing the wall that the bed is pushed up against.

"Kira?" Paige says one last time before finally realizing she's more than likely asleep. Looking around the room, she ponders on whether she should just leave or get into the bed with her. She decides to take the latter.

Careful not to wake her, Paige lifts up a corner of the comforter and slowly crawls into the bed. She turns to her side to face Kira's back, about two feet away from her. With the covers pulled past Kira's shoulders, all Paige can see is the back of her wavy blonde hair sprawled out on the pillow beneath her.

"So that kiss, huh? That was... unexpected." Paige whispers, still facing Kira even though she knows that she's asleep. She closes her eyes and smiles, briefly remembering the moment it happened. "I've never done this before and I'm not just talking about with a girl. I've never been with someone who makes me happy. Like genuinely happy. Who calls me on my bullshit but still manages to give me a reason to smile."

She slightly pulls the comforter down and scoots closer to Kira, enough that she is in arm's reach.

"Lame, I know. I guess what I'm trying to say is— "She reaches out to touch Kira's shoulder when she freezes, noticing a wet feeling underneath her neck. She lifts her head and dabs at the pillow with her hand, feeling that it is soaked in a thick lukewarm substance. As are the sheets above her feet. Suddenly a drop of liquid lands on her cheek and she quickly wipes at it, pulling her hand back to look at what appears to be blood. Her eyes widen as she feels another drop hitting her forehead and her head tilts up to look at the ceiling.

The homecoming banner they were working on just yesterday is pinned above them. Fresh blood is smeared onto it, overlapping the previous design, as it drips to the bed below. It reads 'this blood is on YOUR hands'.

"Oh my god!" She screams, turning to grab Kira's shoulder. "Kira!"

The movement causes Kira to roll to her back, revealing a slash so deep into her neck that Paige can see bone peeking out from behind the torn flesh.

Screaming, Paige pushes herself away, finding her legs tangled in the blood soaked sheets as she tumbles to the floor and accidentally tugs part of the comforter with her. The body flops forward, nearly falling off the ledge with Paige as it lands on its back on the corner of the bed. Kira's head hangs from the bedside bent backwards, exposing the deep gash in her throat even more, as her lifeless eyes stare blankly at Paige.

Blood seeps from the cut, trickling down her neck as it begins to drip from the rear of her chin to the carpet below.

Panicking, Paige continues to crawl backwards until her back hits the wall. She screams uncontrollably, grabbing at her hair to the point of ripping it out as tears flood down her cheeks.

A buzz comes from her pocket. It's another text from Kira's phone.

'YOU'RE NEXT, BITCH.'

♫ ʜᴀᴘᴘɪɴᴇss / ᴛʜᴇ ғʀᴀʏ ♫