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I was woken up by Mom shaking me awake. I mumbled, "What? Why are you waking me up? It's Saturday." I looked at Mom, but the way she looks worried me.

I sat up and asked, "What's wrong?"

Mom asked, "Isn't your friend name is Krysta?"

I nodded. "Yeah. Why?"

She looked at me sympathetically, "On the news... she was on the news... she's..."

I didn't let her finish. I jumped out of bed and ran to the living room.

"Krysta _______, has been found dead..."

No.

"... in her house due to loss of blood."

This can't be true.

"She was found this morning, but it was too late..."

No, it's not true.

"It has been reported that..."

No.

"...It was due to suicide."

No... I fell to my knees in front of the television. I heard sniffs from behind me. I turned seeing Mom, Dad, and Hannah.

Hannah was the one on the verge of tears, but a look of accusation was on her face. Her eyes said one thing: 'It's your fault.'

"It's not my fault!" I yell at her.

Mom said sympathetically, "No one is blaming you. I know you are sad about your friend's..." Her trialed off.

Hannah glares at Mom and said, "It is his fault!"

She replied, "Honey, don't go blaming people like that."

"No," Hannah said troubled. "He is hiding something about something he did to her!"

Mom looked at me concerned. She tried to form word in her mouth, but nothing came out.

Dad stepped up and said sternly, "What happened?"

I did nothing! I just loved her! Why were they staring at me like that?

Dad sighed, "Fine. We should go to their house. They might need some comforting."

Use four got ready to go. We called the babysitter to watch the kids.

We arrived to the house and parked across the street. During the whole ride, I could feel Hannah staring daggers at me. A few cars were there.

We walked to the front door. The father is at the door. He looked so... sad. All I knew is that he was really sad.

I greeted, "Hey, I am a friend of Krysta."

He nods, "Right, I see you with her sometimes. Come in." He let us in.

I see a few people that are most likely family. I stood near the door as Hannah push pass me. She disappeared inside. I heard my parents starting to converse near me.

I didn't understand, but I felt a big rush of fear come over me. Was it really my fault?

"IT'S YOUR FAULT!" I heard Nick cry. I turned seeing Hannah holding back Nick. She had an equal look of anger on her face.

She said in a quiet voice on the verge of tears, "How could you?"

I stood there as everyone else look at us in confusion. I didn't know how to respond. I looked down. I couldn't look at the ones' who mattered faces look at me like that. I said, "I loved her. I didn't do anything wrong."

"YOU IDIOT!" Nick screamed as he pushed Hannah to the side. He stomped towarda me and pushed me againsted the wall. "YOU HURT THE ONE WHO LOVED YOU! HOW CAN YOU NOT KNOW WHAT YOU DID WAS WRONG?" He put his fist up ready to punch me, but he stopped when he looked at my face.

I had no idea why he stopped. He looked more shocked. He asked, "Why are you smiling?"

I felt my face. I was actually smiling. I moved his hand off of me and walked out. I had no idea what was going on, but it was best if I left.

To where? Definitely not home.