Is This the Right Way?

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I am inturruped by a loud beeeeeeeeeeep
Frantically, I look around, but too confused by all the machines. I run out into the hallway screaming for help. There's already doctors and nurses pushing past me. When the last of the scramble into the room, I try to go back in, but all I get is a hard white door slammed in my face. What's going on in there? What happened to Carla? She has to be okay. This cant happen. I try to hold back more tears by looking up at the bright lights in the hallway. Sitting against the wall, imagining what life would be like without Carla. It's all too much. My mind is taken over by memories, good and bad. What if she does die tonight? I think. I don't want to, but I do. What if I never got to say goodbye? What happens if she thought I was mad at her? Would this be my fault?

It would.
It's my fault for falling in love.
In love with a specific individual. Alex.
Her brother.
She warned me.
She had always said that love was a trap.
A one-way street.
........
I'm brought back to reality by Carla's mom, tapping me on the shoulder.
"Krista, what happened."
I tell her, and she sits down next to me, on the cold linoleum tiles. We sit in the eerie silence of the hospital. A small voice croaks out of Mrs.Dimino, "why?"
"Why what?"I ask in return.
"Why would she do this to herself?"
Should I tell her the truth?
Her plan. What she did to me. What really happened. The website. The kids at school. Everything spills out.