And then there were three.

First there were six of us. Four girls, two boys. Allie, myself, Sylvie, Aimee, Jack, and Matt. Three sets of best friends, but we were all close.

Then Sylvie died. She died while Aimee watched her go, and Aimee tried to leave us as well. She failed and was moved four hours away, kept hidden and safe by her parents.

Allie left us next. My best friend in the entire world. My Allie. At least Aimee was there, she was able to tell Sylvie goodbye, that she loved her, one last time. I didn't get that chance. Maybe I take that back. Would I have wanted to watch my best friend die?

I tried next. Earned myself time in the psychiatric ward, gaining one more thing in common with Aimee.

She died too. Slit her wrists in the bathtub, and either drowned or bled to death. She's dead either way.

Our number dwindled to three. Jack, April, and Matt, half the formidable group of teens we were. The careless days of childhood were over.

I saw the car keys sitting on the table. Before I knew what I was doing, I snatched them up and ran to the parked car in our garage. I turned the car on, and put on the radio, quietly. This was pleasant. I didn't know why I hadn't thought of this earlier. Our number could dwindle to two. Did I care? My best friend was gone. Jack and Matt still had each other. After Allie died, Matt's parents let him come back from boarding school for the funeral. Matt hated boarding school, and his parents decided he could come back to good old public high school. At least their friendship was intact.

I had loved Matt as well, the same way Aimee had loved Jack. I had seen her look at him during parties, seen the look of longing on her face. I was sure she had seen the same on mine with Matt. He was too oblivious, I doubted he even knew I cared.

My parents were talking about shipping me to boarding school. I was surprised I was still here. Year-round boarding school, far away from this hell on earth of memories. Didn't they realize everyone would still be there? I carried them in my mind, in my heart, in my very soul. I would never be able to shut my eyes and not think of Allie, lying in her casket, the rope marks barely concealed. I would never be able to forget Sylvie's funeral, and knowing Aimee was off screaming in some padded cell while her best friend was laid away forever. I would never be able to forget how I had failed my best friend, the image of her body, hanging limp in her closet vivid in my mind, although I had not seen it.

No matter. They thought to get me away from here would do the trick. They were still looking at schools. They even thought maybe a sort of residential type school might be good, although my father hated psychiatrists with a passion. He was still convinced this would be a phase I'd grow out of in a few months.

Like I could let the pain of her loss disappear.

I could feel myself getting tired, and knew it would not be long.

My cell phone rang. I realized how stupid I had been, thinking I could actually kill myself. I turned off the car, and went inside. My head cleared out a bit.


"April? Hello? Something horrible has happened!"

It was Matt. Hearing his voice was a bit of a surprise. He sounded hysterical. It sounded as if he were crying. That couldn't be, Matt never cried. My phone must be having bad reception.

"What? What happened?"

"Jack is dead. He shot himself. I'm here, right now. The police are on their way, but I found him. HE'S DEAD! He's dead! He's dead!"

"I'll be over soon."

My parents still hadn't let me get my license, but this was an emergency. I hurried to the car, and turned the still warm engine back on.

I pulled out, and realized something important.

And now there are two.