>I found her body yesterday.
>She decided to finish it in our usual spot
>If only I had known, she'd be alive right now.
>Veins sitting out in full display, her body slumped back against the roof's railing.
>Her nails covered in flesh and red.
>Her note is stained by blood, and by my tears.
>I can't get past just a few written words before I'm flooded by memories.
>Memories and feelings that I will never feel again.
>The only person that cared about me, and they were taken away.
>Red tinted feathers scatter with the wind
>I don't move a muscle, stuck in a cycle of mourning, even as the cops arrive.
>Ripley's staring down at me
>He takes me aside, away from prying eyes.
>I see the revolver move away from the holster
>I figured that he'd do something like this eventually.
>No reason to fight back, it's not like I could win.
>And yet, as I stare down the barrel, he flips the gun over to me.
>I let the weapon fall on my hand, feeling the weight, and the cold steel.
>Before I know it, I'm back in my apartment.
>The laughing echoes in my mind, the images flashing on screen.
>Trish and Naomi, snickering to themselves over their 'prank'.
>My reflection on the barrel looks back at me.
>I'll be seeing them at school tomorrow.