how it actually happened

my. best. friend.

The day ends before we know it and bon and I met halfway between our stations. I seem more excited than him, which seems wrong. But I figure maybe he's had a bad day. "Hey bon, you ok?" I ask, getting concerned. "Of course, friend. I'm perfectly fine." He smiles that bon smile. "Just a long day. All I wanted was to be with you, foxy. " He hugs me, and I happily hug back

" I missed you too bon. I hate that we have to separate every day." His hugs are normally more loose, comfortable. But this one's tight. I don't like it. I wiggle out and laugh awkwardly. " Let's go do something, yeah?" He nods, taking my hand. I smile. Now, this feels familiar. We walk around the place just like that, hand in hand.

Soon enough, we come to the kitchen. " You know foxy, I always liked you." I look to him. "Well ya, I'd hope so. You are my best friend." He lets go and shakes his head. "No. I mean liked liked you." I feel myself stop. "What?" Just then, I'm shoved into the trash compactor. I look to him, and he has on the same creepy smile.

"Bonnie, what are you doing?!" I scream, trying to scurry out as he reaches for the button. I'm smashed. Everything is dark and quiet. I hear the echo of a small boy whisper, "I'm sorry." It's jeremy…. Gods jeremy….