Moonlight enlightens the room, the stranger strides in. You are hidden, a sudden rush of energy gushes to your veins. The pan lifts high in the air and comes crashing down on his head.
My hands were shaking; it was not fear but the cold wind that blew past me; terrorizing me as I rode my bicycle down the road. It was dark and I was getting late.
My hand was bleeding; warm blood was oozing out of it. It was leaving a tingling sensation in my brain. But I want it to remain, leave a scar to remind me of my mistake. I should not have trust this girl.
Do you think you know your friends well? Perhaps you should think again. This is the story of three friends who thought their friendship was above all others.