Killer

Dylan looked angry. He was pacing around the room, fiddling with the bracelet he got all those years ago. He turned to look at me. I noticed that he was on the verge of tears. "I thought you were dead. I thought you were dead and that it was MY fault! You disappear for two whole years, leaving us all to assume that you had died. We had a funeral for you Lyss. A funeral! I was the one that left you out there alone that night. I never stopped blaming myself for that. I thought that I had killed my best friend when in reality you were perfectly fine! I can't believe that you did that to me" The tears were flowing down his face freely.

Alyssa was 17 when she disappeared into thin air. They all assumed that she had died. No one knew the truth. No one knew that she had been chosen.