I was only fourteen, and I’m not sure who told me that I knew everything, but someone must have, because I thought I did. My naïve world consisted of friends, make-up, parties and sleepovers. That night, just like most Saturday nights, my friends and I were having a sleepover at Kelly’s house – or at least that’s what we told our parents. My mom dropped me off in front of Kelly’s crimson house with my friend Liz and we rushed inside to start getting ready. Up the stairs, two at a time, and with a quick turn to the right, we opened the door to Kelly’s room and scurried in - Melissa and Lisa were already there. Through a cloud of make-up and hairspray, and a tornado of clothes, we get ready to go out to y

et another party. I remember letting Lisa borrow my light blue shirt – her favorite color. Light blue has a strange way of showing red.

everyone else was aware too, as they stared in my direction. How long had I been standing there? What time was it?

This feeling was exactly what I had the moment I was standing there engulfed by the scent of the flowers.. I was still not breathing, and with a thousand faces staring at me, my eyes involuntarily moved my stare. In the grim watercolor painting surrounding me, there was one

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