I climb up my tree and close my eyes forcing the memory not too come. It still appears in my head like it was yesterday an not ten years ago. Emily is playing with my hair while we are sitting in the tree . "Bridget stop fidggeting!"she says i can hear her britsh accent like she is here in the tree with me. She said "done" it took her 25 minutes too french braid my hair. We start giggling and joking laughing carefree. Two men walk up to us and grab us. I fight my way out and run leaving my best friend behind to fend for herself. I think why didn't i save her she would be here now if it wasn't for me.EMILY no I whisper from the tree where i'm hiding watching as he drags Emily off to his car. When they leave I run inside my mom calls the police. She is still missing and it's all of my fault everyday that i wake-up is a living hell.