I ran out of her room, to the bathroom, and threw up.

"What's wrong?" asked Martha's mom. She was tying her robe. Mr. Lewinski followed her closely after. Martha came next.

I managed to get my wits together only to start bawling.

"There was a sock in her mouth, cuts up and down her arms and legs, and oh my god! It's awful!"

I threw up again.

"What- what're you talking about?" asked Mrs. Lewinski.

I sniffed.

"Victoria- she's- she's," was all I could manage. Mr. Lewinski left the bathroom, went next door to Victoria's room, and was soon pushing me away from the toilet.

I gave him a hug. I had no clue that this would be this traumatizing. He rinsed out his mouth and said,

"Rebecca- Rebecca- go downstairs with Martha- now!"

I was about to speak up when he said,

"Take Cassandra with you."

I nodded and purposely pushed them away from Victoria's room. Mr. Lewinski did the same thing. Once down the stairs, he told his wife to call the police.

"It's not needed," she said and looked out the window to see a police car pull up.

I guess the neighbor called the cops after my scream. He got out of the car and walked up the steps. Mrs. Lewinski opened it for him.

"Your next door neighbor complained about hearing a scream at just after midnight. Is anything wrong?" Victoria's mangled body flashed past my eyes.

I gagged and ran outside and threw up on the curb. The police officer's buddy came up to me and sat me down.

"You ok?"

I nodded.

"What's wrong?"

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

"I'm Cassandra Willow's. I was spending the night at the Lewinski's house and went to go to the bathroom. It's my first time here, so I walked into their eldest daughter's bedroom by mistake. She's- she's- she's beyond dead. She's mangled."

I took another deep breath. He was scribbling on a pad of paper so fast; I wondered how in Christ's name he did that. The guy that was in the house came out to greet the ambulance. The medic's came rushing in and Mrs. Lewinski and her youngest- now only- daughter came out of the house and were seated in a second cops car and drove away. Mr. Lewinski came out and returned my last hug.

"I am so sorry that you had to walk in on that," he said.

I started to cry and he patted me on the back. After I was done, both officers' were comparing notes.

"-barley breathing-" I heard as the medic's came back out again.

I took a deep breath and looked up to see Mr. Lewinski smiling. A grin graced my lips, too, at the news. Was I glad that she was alive or glad that the copy-cat's plan wasn't as perfect as mine?