ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ꜰᴀᴜʟᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴀ ꜰᴀɪʟᴜʀᴇ

It was just a few hours, a few hours that changed her whole perspective of everything upside down.

"Hey, so what do you want to talk about?" A chestnut skinned female asked to the opposite female. Both were sitting on the comfortable sofas with the space in between blocked by a glass table. The girl leaned back with a leisure smile, waiting for the other girl to respond.

The other girl looked into her friend's eyes but her green eyes darted away every few seconds, nervousness overcoming her with every second that passed. She began doubted herself before a snapped brought her consciousness back.

"I don't have all night you know? What is it about?" The girl grinned, trying to be as relaxed as possible.

"Will you.... hate me if I told you this?" The green eye girl covered her eyes with her fringe. "I just need to get this off my chest so is it all right to tell you this?"

"Of course! That's what friends are for right?!" She said with confidence.

She told her best friend, the senior she admired for a very long time, her deepest secret that she never told anyone until now. In the very next moment, she was pushed out of the house and had the door slammed in her face.

It was just a quarter of 5 minutes but it felt like a movie playing in slow motion; watching her friend's scared expression, the door slamming in her face, it all happened so fast yet so slow.

A torturous minute came after. Her knees froze as the scene finally played in her head to it's full resolution.

What just happened?

A simple betrayal, a simple slam in the face broke her heart to a million pieces that could never be glued back.

Didn't she say I could tell her everything?

Her legs gave up on her and she collapsed onto the floor, her body still upright with her knees kneeling. Tears began to form in her eyes as she covered her face in shame.

Your fault.

It was her fault.

Her fault this friendship she loves broke apart.

With a heavy heart, she walks home on her own for the first time. Her housemate had asked her why her eyes were red but honestly, she couldn't care much about him at the moment.

Opening the door to her dull room, she hears the door to the front open as well signalling her housemate had went to his night job now. Instead of working like him, she drops onto the bed.

Her tears came back flowing, her hands balled the sheets resulting in wrinkles. It wasn't fair why she had to be the one to suffer this. Why did she have to do that? She sees herself as a fool.

Looking to the right, she notices the red marker and red pen she uses almost every day nowadays. She picks them up and places them near the cup of water near her bed that has long gone stale.

It was her fault she was like this. No one else to blame.

She was a fool for telling her suicidal thoughts to her friend.

She thought she was different but she was the same.

After an few minutes that went in a blur moment, her arm was drawn with the red pen and watered down marker, creating an image that looks like she had cut herself but that couldn't be further from the truth. She isn't brave enough to cut herself and enfure the pain.

She never understands why people cut and endure pain when they could just have the same result with less pain. She never understands because she's a fool.

This time, instead of cuts, she had written words. FOOL, IDIOT, DIE, MY FAULT, all written in bolded words. She likes these words since they represent her.

She hums proudly of this piece of art on her hand and puts her art supplies away. She admires her arm for a while before sleeping on her comfortable bed that was now cold.

With a satisfied smile and dried tears, she sleeps.

Her phone rings within the dim night.

She didn't know about it until the next morning.

When the news showed her best friend covered in blood. It was suspected to be that of the killer that's been roaming free.

But she knows better.

She knows it was her fault.

It's all her fault she died.

If she never told her, maybe she would still be alive and talking to her now instead of eating with her housemate.

It was all her fault.

She blames the death all on her.

She couldn't bear to see the time her friend was buried.

Once a year passed, only then did she gain the courage to see her grave. She picks up the flowers from her car seat and walks towards the grave she had been directed to go to.

How ironic it was; seeing the words on the grave saying she had only died last year. It felt like a decade for her but she wasn't surprised about that, she was more surprised to see a person covered with a grey hood covering his head and a mask for his face.

"Who are you?" She asks, but covers her mouth almost instantly. She forgotten that she was bad with talking with strangers and much to her dismay of her mistake, the boy looks at her with a surprised face as well.

"...This girl's friend." He doesn't say anymore and continues again to stare at the grave. His voice sounded forced, like he wasn't using his natural voice.

She hoped to be alone but guess even god hates her. She places the flowers near the grave before hearing the boy speak up again.

"Why are you here?" He asks.

"Is there... something wrong with trying to resolve a fault?" She replies simply. She turns around and gets into her car, not even saying a goodbye to the mysterious boy. She knew she didn't even have to anyways.

She knows that she had to do next.

.....

......

.......

She doesn't hear the footsteps coming up to her door.

"Eleska where are you?" The housemate asks with a worried look. The fans weren't on neither were there any signs of her even though her car was outside.

He opens the door to her room and his eyes widened in shock, falling backwards onto the floor.

The girl he had been staying with for 3 years, the one that had stayed with as housemates for the longest time was hanging on the ceiling with a suspended rope on her neck.

The girl that was at fault was dead as she wishes.