Author’s Note: This story was also posted in Mibba, Quizilla, and some other places I can’t remember, last summer. So if you recall reading something like this, no, I didn’t plagiarized this story. {But no one probably read it there since it’s uber shitteh..T_T} This WAS a fan-fiction, but not anymore.

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-Haley's Point of View-

I woke up as the sunlight escaping from the windows blinded me.
The clock on the nightstand displays 7:35am.
Too early.
I stirred.
Sleep.
Sleep.
Close your eyes.
Just sleep.
I lied in my bed for a while, wide-awake.
Several thoughts running through my head.
I sat up, wrapped my arms around my bent knee and cradled back and forth.
I thought.
Thought and though.
I buried my head on my arms and thought.
Why?
What happened?
Could I?
I got to my feet then went to the bathroom.
I stopped in front of the mirror and stared at my reflection.
My sullen cheeks.
I wasn't like this before.
Then I peeled off my clothes.
I turned the nozzle and the first shower of water was cold.
Then little by little, it became warm.
Then hot.
I could see the smoke forming around me.
The boiling water left stinging sensation on my skin.
Burning.
I raked my fingers through my wet hair and shook it.
I stood there for a while.
Thinking.
Water running down through me like rainfall.
Burning me.
Thinking, again and again.
And a scream filled my ears.
'Oh my god!'
A familiar voice said.
It's the same person who screamed.
Lana.
'What happ-'
The second voice said.
I recognized that weak and soft voice.
It was Mike's.
But he stopped.
Maybe he saw something..
But what?
As I listen, two more voices added into the conversation.
'What's the screaming all about?'
The third voice spoke as the floor cracked.
Jason.
He's my friend.
'Look..'
Lana said.
Evidence of terror and anguish were in her voice.
'Oh shit- I'll call 911!'
The fourth voice said.
Strong and caring voice.
Ray.
I turned the shower off and wrapped myself with a towel.
My jet black hair dripping wet when I stepped out.
Clumps of smoke were clouding the whole bathroom.
I gazed at the mirror, but it was clouded.
Foggy.
I opened the door silently and stepped outside, without a sound.
One.
Two.
Three.
What are three people doing in my room?
"What's happening?" I spoke.
But no one seemed to hear my voice.
"Hey guys, what's wrong?" I spoke again.
But this time I made it loud.
Still no response.
I looked at each of them.
Lana's clutching her mouth.
Terror in her face.
Mike's beside her.
Shocked.
Jason's standing inches away from them.
Glimpse of horror is playing in his face.
I tried it again.
"WHAT THE F*** IS WRONG?" I screamed.
But no.
No one heard it.
Are they playing a joke on me?
For Christ's sake, it's 7 in the morning.
Why can't they hear me?
Why are they horrified?
What-
I looked behind me and screamed.
A body.
Limp body that is lying on the bed.
Dead.
Sheets stained crimson.
Crimson.
Wait.
Blood?
The left arm of the corpse was flopped on the side of the bed.
A huge gash on the wrist.
A pool of blood underneath it.
What the.
I walked towards the body.
It's..
How?
Lying dead on the bed, with wrist tore open,
Is me.