Do you believe me?

You believe me, right?

I remember us laying on the icy grass, outside my backyard. Everything was completely frozen, but we didn't care. Daniel loved the cold, and I loved him.

I was upset. I remember that. It was something to do with the debate club. I'm pretty sure I lost a round to Scott. Or maybe Scott took my place for the finals. I couldn't remember. But I do remember telling Daniel about it.

"You're smarter than him." He told me in such a confident tone that I almost believed it.

"It's not fair," I whined. I don't even remember why I was complaining, but I was and Daniel listened. He always listened.

"He should just stick to soccer," I whined some more. "Why does he need to take over debate when he's already on another team?"

"That's a good point," Daniel said smiling as he looked at my toes. "I wonder what would happen if he couldn't play soccer again?"

"I'd pay money to see that." I said.

Five days later Scott was shot. In the foot. Probably ending that very precious soccer career just like I hoped for.

I wished for that to happen. And Daniel made it come true.

I was feeling like I was about to pass out. I turned midway from the guidance office to the back doors. The same back doors that Daniel entered from to begin his shooting spree.

I walked quickly as my hands forcefully pushed open the doors, the cold pulling me back as I stumbled to make my way outside.

I stood in the back parking lot.

I tried to replay the events in my head once again. I didn't remember anything anymore. The whole school was accusing me of being involved and I was starting to believe it. I mean, I practically told Daniel who to kill. He practically told me that he was going to do it.

I essentially gave him the names. I did do that.

But I didn't tell him to shoot anyone. I didn't.

You believe me, right?