Creepypasta Stories

Zuótiān

(A/N): This is actually a Creepypasta that I made. It's my very first one that I tried putting a lot of thought into. I like it, and I hope you all do too. Any comments on how to improve it will be appreciated, and I'll do my best to my her the best crazed killer she can be. I hope you enjoy! :)
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All alone, a girl of 16 sat alone in her room. She sat on her bed, learning how to speak Chinese as she has always planned on doing.
"Okay...'where is the library'." She shuffled through her flash cards and spoke in Chinese. "Túshū guǎn zài nǎlǐ?" She said it gracefully, without stuttering. She smiled to herself, knowing her dream was that much closer. Her dream was to go to China, back to where she was born. Her parents decided that at the last minute they no longer wanted a child, and put her up for adoption as soon as they could. That's when an American couple who couldn't have child adopted her. They were the Hazels. When they welcomed her to their home they gave her the name River Hazel. River always knew she was adopted though. Her parents didn't keep that a secret. Besides being told, it of very clear she wasn't their child. Their faces weren't the same, neither was their hair, or anything else. She always hated them in secret. Yet loved them, because they raised her with nothing but kindness. Yet something nagged at her. They weren't real. River always told herself that once she has mastered Chinese, she could find her real parents. Then she could leave her adopted family behind. It would be nothing more than a memory.
As she practiced more Chinese, her phone rang. River giggled at the tone the ringer played, knowing immediately who it was. She choice the tone 'I'm a Crazy Weirdo' specifically for her best friend, Fatima, who was in fact a crazy weirdo. She picked it up and pressed it against her ear. "Hello?"
"River! I'm almost at your house. Are you ready?" Fatima asked cheerfully usual.
River froze. "Uh..."
"You forgot didn't you?" Her friend groaned from the other side of the phone.
"No! I was just...studying."
"Whatever. Get ready. This party isn't gonna be fun without you."
"It's not a party, it's a band gathering." River held the phone between her shoulder and her ear as she put her flash cards and textbook away in her dresser drawer.
"It's more than--" Fatima was cut off by a loud scream and the sound of shattered glass. The sudden noise shocked River, making her dropped her phone. She rubbed her ear, trying to rid the ringing in it, and quickly picked it up again.
"Fatima?!"
All she heard was loud sobbing. "Oh God...oh my God..."
The sound of her friends sobs made River tear up. "Fatima! Are you okay?! What happened?"
Sobbing was her only reply.
River panicked and ran out of her room, down the stairs, and out of the house. She looked up and down her neighborhood street, but saw nothing. She ran down the street, to the neighborhood entrance. Then she saw it. The sight of it made her eyes was big as dinner plates. The scene before her stood two cars, smashed together in a terrible accident. Glass was covering the pavement, along with big chunks of metal. A crowd started to form, several people yelling or on their phones calling the police. River tried squeezing her way through the crowd, towards her friends car. Once she made it closer to the car, she saw her friend crying in the front seat. As River ran up to the drivers window, which was completely shattered, she saw glass shards burrowed deep into Fatima's shoulder, dangerously close to her heart, with her arm crunched painfully in the door of the car. Blood ran down her chest and torso, the tears not making it look any better.
"RIVER! PLEASE HELP ME!" Fatima begged as she cried harder. But River just stood there, frozen in shock. How could this have happened? Why? Why would this happen to her best friend. She noticed the phone squeezed tightly in Fatima's uninjured hand. Then it clicked. That must have been it. River distracted Fatima while she was on the phone, and that caused the accident. Guilt and terror weighed down on her chest, making it hard to breath. She did this. It was all her fault. Now because of River her friend might lose her arm. Or worse. As she simply stood there, staring at her wailing friend. Paramedics came and pushed River out of the way, making her stumble over and fall. But she just laid there, feeling no reason to get up. She would only get in the way again. It was like all the blame she toke was a person, pinning her to the ground, refusing to let go. The sound of the sirens blaring and the shouts from the paramedics only sounded like a faint blur as she got lost in the forest of emotions. Only when someone came over to ask if River was okay did she realize what was going on. She forced herself to her feet, daring to look around. Fatima was on a stretcher, her left arm now completely gone from the elbow down, exposing rigid bone and muscle and blood. It was to much. With the gory scene and her emotions combining, her stomach twisted into knots. She vomited onto the pavement. When she wiped what was left off her mouth and looked up, she saw her mother running towards her.
"River! Oh my God, what happened?!" She looked around at the car crash with a horrified expression on her face. "Is that...?" She didn't need to ask. She knew it was Fatima, her daughters best friend, who was being put into the ambulance.  She looked down at the now pale River in pity.
"Oh honey..." She put an arm around Rivers shoulders, pulling her into a hug. River hugged back, tears starting to roll down her cheek. What if I never see her again? The question haunted her. She could have killed her one true friend.
As the ambulance left with Fatima and the older man who was involved with the accident left, the crowed started to disappear as police came to the scene, shooing them all away. Rivers mother dragged her away from the awful mess.
"Maybe sometime this week we can go visit Fatima in the hospital. Would you like that?" Her mother asked, trying to lighten the mood.
River remained silent. She could still hear Fatima's sobbing and begging for help on replay in her brain. And River only stood there, staring. She did nothing to help her. She was just as bad as a murderer.