Changes

"Anya?" I say stepping into her dimly lit bedroom.

Anya was in the corner hidden by the shadows.

"Go Away" she said sadness laced in her voice.

"Anya what's wrong?"

"Go Away!" She shouted angrily.

"Are you okay?" I ask

"Leave me, alone!"

"No! what's wrong, Anya answer me!"

"Get the hell away from me!" She threated

"Answer me!" I plead

"Get. the. hell. away. from. me"

"What's wrong?"

"like you care"

"I am your friend . I do care. please tell me what's wrong"

"Now you care. You didn't before. Now get away from me. I never want to see you again!" She stormed up to me and shoved me out of the room into the wall before she went back into her room slamming the door behind her.

Anger and worry build inside me and I knocked on the door.

"AMBER!" She shouted

"Tell me what's wrong. I'm here for you"

The door slammed open Anya stood in the doorway she wiped a tear from her face with her hand before I heard a click.

She stepped out of her room holding a shiny, black handgun. Anyas face was tear stained and puffy.

I stepped back but ran into the wall.

"Get. the. hell. Away. from. me. Amber. green" she threatened.

I look at her one more time then I glance at the shiny object in her hand. I grabbed her armed hand and lead it toward my forehead so the weapon was pointing at me.