Val looked at Valerie shocked. How she dealt with the death of her friend at such a young age he did not know. He thought of Mina’s headless body partially covered in blood; pouring down her shoulders to mid chest. Her white shirt turning pink—wait, how did he know her shirt was white? His brow knotted in confusion. He starts to see the cave clearly and hears the sobs of Valerie echoing against the walls. Val thought of how Mina looked before her death.

“Valerie, did Mina have brown hair and hazel eyes?” He asked.

Valerie looked up at Val from her cutting surprised.

“Yes, how did you know that?” She asked shocked.

“I don’t know. I just suddenly had a vision of her death and what she looked like before. This is the first time that this has ever happened.” Val said.

“While you were in my body, you can see what happens to me or what I do?” Valerie asked.

“I guess so.” Val said.

Valerie looked at him for a moment, even though he told her about his vision Valerie still felt horrible. She looked at her bloody wrist and continued cutting it. Meanwhile, back outside, Emily became worried about Valerie and why Val left in a hurry.

“Justin! I’m going inside for a moment. I’ll be right back.” She said.

“Okay. Can you see what Val and Valerie are doing?” Justin asked.

“That what was I planned on doing. Something doesn’t seem right.” Emily said.

She walked through the back door, through the living room, and up the stairs. She walked towards Valerie’s room and started to hear voices. Emily recognized Val’s voice and the other one was Valerie’s. Emily slowly opened the door and saw the twins talking to each other.

“Hey, what’s goi…?!” She cut herself off when she saw Valerie’s arm covered in blood.

“I’m just relieving some pain.” Valerie said when she knew what Emily was looking at.

“Why?! Why like that? You could have told me!! I could have helped with whatever is wrong Valerie. I’m your friend. We could have found a better and harmless way than trying to commit suicide!” Emily shouted angrily.

“You wouldn’t understand. I need to feel pain. It relieves the stress and emotional pain I feel every single day. Once my life drains out of my body like my blood is now, I will no longer feel any more pain or sadness. It’s the only--!!!”

Valerie was cut off by the slap against her cheek. She slowly looked at Emily completely shocked.

“That’s a load of bulls***!!! There are other ways! Suicide is just another way of giving up. It’s for people who are too weak to find another way to solve their problems.” Emily yelled furiously.

“Well, I guess I’m one of them.” Valerie said softly.

Emily was shocked. Valerie admitting that she was weak? Is the world coming to an end? She expected Valerie to yell out that she isn’t weak or vulnerable, but to admit it. Emily was lost for words. Val was also speechless. He couldn’t believe that Valerie would say that she is weak. He frowned and went to her; he grabbed her by the collar forcefully. His emerald eyes glowed with his anger; his pupils were the size of pin points.

“You idiot!!! Get the hell out of this phase your in! Stop being an emo jacka** and get it together. Uhg. What’s the use? You’re just a worthless waste of space. I’m just wasting my time with you.” He growled out.

Val threw Valerie on the floor and walked out of the room after punching a hole through the wall. Emily stood there stunned and shocked at Val’s outburst. She looked at Valerie who lay motionless on the floor. She had a blank look on her face and in her eyes. With tears running down her face, Emily walked out of the room and closed the door.

“She’s really gone. The Valerie I knew is gone.” She sobbed.

Emily walked down the hallway with her head down. She wiped away her tears and walked downstairs and back outside. She noticed that Val was back in the same spot that he was in. However, he was very pissed off and ignored everyone around him. Emily sighed, sat in her chair and picked up the book she was reading earlier.



Back in Valerie’s room, Valerie was still on the floor lost in her thoughts. She didn’t notice a small black figure walking towards her. It climbed up on her stomach and looked at her face. The creature “meowed” and licked Valerie’s cheek. Valerie slowly looked at the cat on top of her and raised her hand to gently pet it.

“Geta. Did we wake you?” She asked him softly.

Geta is a black cat that Valerie found wandering around the backyard. He has golden eyes and short black fur. Where he came from is a mystery to Valerie but she brought him in the building and took care of him. Geta looked at his friend intently. He could tell that she is upset and needs comfort; that’s were he comes in. Purring loudly, he rubbed his head under her chin in an affectionate way. Valerie responded by petting him and scratching behind his ears. She sat up and gave Geta her full attention; momentarily forgetting her problems.

“You know Geta? Val is right. This is not the way out. I have to face my problems, but what if I’m not ready yet? *sigh* Then I’ll just try.” She told herself.

Valerie leaned her head back against her bed and thought of the twins and Samantha

“If I die, then what will the twins think of me. Will they despise me? Will they understand what I went through? Will Samantha forgive me? Will the twins forgive me once they understand? ” Valerie asked herself.

Geta mewled in response and placed his paw gently on her scarred wrist. Valerie flinched from the minor pain, but she looked at her ruined arm and frowned.

“I should wrap that up… and throw away the razor.” She said to herself.