I always told myself, never regret, don't ever regret, regret is the worst thing ever, but I will never forgive myself for this. It never should have happened. I should have done something. I will never forget, and I will always regret this, because today I have to bury my best friend.

That night was a blur. All I remember was we went to the bar, and we had a few drinks, and we went dancing. We were having a lot of fun with our other room mates, and our boyfriends, so we decided to make the party at one of our apartments. We went to Mel's apartment, which is across the campus from mine, and Liza's apartment. We drove there, well, actually, Mel drove. She was the only one who was sober. It started to rain when we were driving back. When we arrived we played truth or dare and had plenty of memories to last forever. When it was time to go home, I decided to stay at Mel's. Liza wanted to go back to our apartment, but she was the most drunk of us all. Mel couldn't take her home because of her sick room mate. We told her she should stay, but she refused. Finally I yelled at her. I told her she ruined the night with her little brat ways. Tears streamed down her face and she ran out, and jumped into her car. I should have followed her and stopped her. Maybe her boyfriend Ryan would have, but he had left over an hour ago. I watched from Mel's window. She pulled out with her brand new car and speed off. She had driven three feet when another car ran into her from the front. The rain was pouring so hard when the ambulance came. Our circle of friends all ran to Liza's car, afraid of what we would find. The rain was cold enough to make us all sober. We sat on the sidewalk as the officer instructed us to. We watched as they pulled Liza's body from the car and put it in a black bag, a body bag. Silent tears streamed down my face and I put my head in my hands. It was all my fault... it was all my fault. I was stupid enough to make a little mistake. A mistake that took the life of my friend.

When I finally went home last night, I went straight to my room and let the tears fall. I couldn't help but feel like it was my fault. The police said she was drunk, but still capable of driving home, but another drunk hit her. The other drunk was fine, but I wanted him to be dead and Liza alive. It wasn't fair! Why did he live?? Who was he, he didn't go to our school, so why was he here, on campus?? Everyone is telling me I couldn't stop it, but I could. I just know I could have stopped it. I fall into a deep sleep and wake up to my alarm clock at 6:00. It's time for school. As I am getting dressed, the phone rings, and I run to pick it up.

"Hello?"

"Traci, this is Dean Webster. Due to the events yesterday, you may stay home from classes for the rest of the week. Just rest and try to control your grief. The councilors are there if you need them. Good day!" Click, the Dean had hung up. I stared at the phone. This was crazy, but why was the Dean happy that Liza was gone, or was she trying to be cheery so I would be happy. Whatever her reasoning behind it, it was making me sadder. I lay back down on my bed and close my eyes. As a drift into sleep, something flashes in front of me. I'm in a car, and I just started the engine. My cell phone rings, I pick it up.

"Liza, this will be your last phone call ever. See you in a few." I snap my cell phone shut and pull out. As I start forward, light blind my vision and I stop my car. A car honks it's horn telling me to move. I can't move, I am paralyzed in fear. I try the shield my eyes, but the car lights are too bright. The car comes closer and closer and then, it hits. I hit my head on the dash board hard and I fell the blood leaving my body. I feel life slipping through my skin. I feel, so dead.

I bolt straight up and wipe the tears from my eyes. Why did I have a dream about how Liza died? Who was on the phone? I have to find that cell phone. I just have to. The police have left Liza's car where it was for the day and have taped off the area. I slip into jeans and a tank top and grab my keys, and run out of the dorms. I run all the way to Liza's car. I looks inside. The dashboard is covered in blood, and the drivers seat is soaked. I grimace and go around to the passengers side and wrench the door open. Lying on the seat is Liza's cell phone. I look around for any one who might me coming and I grab the phone, slammed the door shut and run back to the bus stop. The whole way home I keep my hand on the phone as if someone was going to take it from me. When I reach the dorms, I take the stairs to the fourth floor, and open the door to my door I used to share with Liza. I open the door and slip inside. The dorm was a complete mess. All my stuff was thrown on the floor to make room for a ditzy blonde.

"Um, what the hell are you doing in my dorm???"

"Your dorm?" The blonde lifter her eyebrow at that. "This is my dorm, you are only here because I said you can stay. I want your room, but your stupid stuff was in the way, so I moved it into the other room. Besides, I didn't want to have to live in a dead girls room!" I was starting to lose it.

"That dead girl was my friend, and I want an apology." I starred at her and she smiled.

"I'm so sorry I didn't give your stupid friend enough credit. I mean, she was stupid enough to get herself killed."

"I have had enough with you!!!!!!! THIS IS MY DORM!!! GET OUT!!!" The blonde didn't move. I grabbed the phone.

"I'll call the Dean and make you move if you don't out everything back where it was and leave." The girl smirked and got two boys to move everything for her. When she was leaving she told me one last thing.

"I didn't think you were a tattle tail."

"And I didn't think you were in collage. I guess since you still call people tattle tales, you should go back to first grade."I slammed the door in her face. I started at the door to Liza's room. I couldn't go in there. Not yet at least. I walk into my room and sit in my computer chair. I log onto my computer, and check my e-mail. Just a bunch of sorry cards from my class mates. It was a nice thought, but I don't need any sympathy from them. I have to handle this on my own. I took Liza's cell phone out from my pocket. She had 6 new calls. I listened to the messages. They were from Mel's dorm, after the accident. The first one went like this.

"Liza, wake up. You have to answer me. If you can hear me, wake up and answer your phone."

"Liza, You are sleeping. GET UP!! PLEASE!! For me??"

"LIZA, you are not dead, you can't be dead. Please wake up.... PLEASE???? We need to know you aren't dead."

"Liza, call me back when you get this message. We need to speak to you."

"Liza, is it true? Are you really dead???" The next message surprised me the most.

"So, I finally got you. You are gone, and now I am free to continue my plan. I don't think any one will catch me. Liza, you stood me up, and you payed, and so will all your friends. Won't they, and you can do nothing about it. menacing laughter" I put check the origination of the last call. Mel's apartment. The only one home was Mel's sick room mate Christi, so who was on the phone. The voice sounded familiar. I racked my brains for the answer. I was interrupted my a beep from my computer.

"You have mail." I refreshed the page and opened the newest mail. The topic was So, what next, but I read the e-mail fast. It read:

Traci,

You betrayed me. You stood me up. What happened. I thought I was number one, but I bet now you don't even know who I am. Well, I will always remember you. I love you, and I will have you as my bride. Liza was the one who stood in my way. She was always trying to keep me away from you, but now that she is gone, we can finally be together. I know what you are thinking. I'm not crazy, I am totally sane, but I am crazy for you. You will be mine, you there will be more lives to pay for your mistakes. I'm counting the days until you move into a coed dorm with me. Then we can start spending every second with each other. I will not let you go again. You are mine, and only mine. I WILL have you, so don't go running to the police, because you will see that I will win, no matter what you do, I will have you. See you soon,

I replied to this person the best I could.

Dear whoever you are,

I don't know you, and I don't think I have ever meet you. I would like to meet you, but I would also like to plan my own life, and who knows, maybe it will work out like you want it too. I can't say right know, but I know I never stood anyone up. Sorry.

Traci.

I logged off my computer and lay on my bed. Who ever this person was would have to wait. I closed my eyes and fell into a deep dreamless sleep. When I woke up, all the phones were ringing. My cell phone, my dorm phone, and Liza's phone. I grab my dorm phone first.

"Hello?"

"This is The Dean. How are you?"

"A little busy."

"Well, I'll let you go then." Click, she had hung up, again. I slammed down the dorm phone and answered my cell phone.

"Hello?"

"Traci, it's Mel. Meet me in the police station across campus. The police found something." I hung up and grabbed Liza's phone. The number was a payphone across campus.

"Hello? Liza's phone."

"I don't want Liza I want you." It was the voice that had called Liza right before the crash. I hung up and left her phone on the table, grabbed my phone and ran out the door so I could catch the bus. I missed the bus my a minute, so I decided to walk. I hadn't gone a foot when a car horn honked at me. I looked over my shoulder, and saw Daniel, my boyfriend, drive up behind me.

"Get in. I'll give you a ride." I smile at him and climb in. We are silent to whole way to the police station. When we get there, Mel, Ryan, Christi, and Christi's boyfriend Alex is there. They are all ghost white. Daniel and I join them on the bench and watch the front desk without blinking. We are all holding hand. When the sheriff calls us in, he surprised us all.

"You friend had only a little drunk, but still enough to drive home. Another drunk driver crashed into her, killing her on the spot. The other driver ran from the car. Who knows why, but we have one clue who he is. It was all an accident, but the only clue as to who the other driver is three dots in a triangle, on her palm." The sheriff showed us pictures. There, on Liza's white hand was the signature of the anonymous e-mailer.

It was all to much too soon. It didn't make it to my brain that this was the sign of the killer, and that there could be more killings like it. All I thought about was how could anyone want to make a game out of this. I let the tears fall down my face. Daniel put his arm around me and leaned me into him. He saved me from falling. I must have fainted, because, when I opened my eyes, I was in my dorm, with Daniel beside me, holding my hand.

"Is everything all right?" He asked me, concern in his eyes.

"Yes, I just miss Liza a lot."

"We all do." He kissed my forehead and got up to leave. He opened the door and looked bak at me.

"Are you sure there is nothing else you want to tell me?"

"Positive. See you later Daniel."

"Bye." He left and I was all alone again.