A name, A face

Dark thoughts, dark surroundings...Ali

The cab drops me off in front of my yard, leaving me the view of my home I've been waiting for ages to get into.
I pay the cab driver and say thanks, and make my way towards my door and open it. "I'm back home" I say
Not knowing someone else behind me. "your sure happy to be home" the person says behind me.
When I turn around it Shiro 'great' I roll my eyes and turn around facing him. "What do you want?" I ask glaring at him. He puts his hands on his hip and shifts to his side giving off his all knowing smirk. "Oh nothing really....just you dying"
"Ok, what's up with you and wanting me to die, I don't get it...what have I done for you to want to kill me." I ask crossing my arms.
"I'll tell you when we meet or when we all meet... see ya!" He waves and walks away.
'Ugh such a weirdo' I say in my head.
'What's his problem?'
'Why do I have to die for?'
'What have I done?'
I had so many questions running through my head but my overall question is 'why did Ali do it?'
I thought keeping my mind off of Ali would make me feel better, but I guess that didn't happen. It still bothers me though, by the time I've finished thinking I find myself in my bedroom. I look at my little clock on my bedside table and the time reads 9:37. 'Oh great, I have work tomorrow' I get into my sleep wear, which is really a big baggy shirt and boy shorts, the most comfortable thing to wear in the world. I throw my self into bed and drift off into a black blank dream.
Next morning I wake up. Stretching like my life depended on it. I open my closet...ehhh nothing much to wear, just some good old jeans a red tank and a black long sleeved sweater. After I've checked to see what I've got to wear, I brush, take a shower, do my hair and get ready for work.
Getting ready to leave my house, I grab my keys and head out.
I started walking down the block, felt so empty without my best friend beside me.
I look on one side of the street, it was all black, like the night time sky, Ali was standing there hunched over breathing heavy as if she were running, when she looked up her eyes were green. She snarled And hissed and glared. The thick fog covered her frame to the point where I couldn't see her face anymore, but her eyes laminating in the thick sheet. The beautiful trees behind her which were once green soon turned black and withered, thick black liquid spills out from it's roots created a black pool of blood, leaving her standing in the dark substance. I try to turn away from it but I can't. "You can't run, you can't hide, you can't stop the truth." A voice whispers behind me. When I turn around nobody's there. But when I turn back the dark scene was gone. I blink my eyes and I find my self just standing in the middle of the street. People who walk past me Just look at me like I'm crazy. I put my hand to my forehead because of the major headache. "Excuse me miss are you alright." A lady asks
"Y-yea I'm fine, I'm fine." I reply. I walk right past her ignoring all the looks the people are giving me, but there was this one person in particular that caught my eye. She looked exactly like Ali, but I know it wasn't her, she died, killed herself...our friendship killed her. Her image was just a hallucination, she's not hear anymore, she's not real. I turn away and head for the rest of the day ahead of me.