"Yea, I’ll drop you off." The ride was silent. I had hurt him.

He dropped me off without uttering a word and sped off. My sarcasm, once again, had crossed the line.

I got to the door and hesitated for a second. My nerves slowly unraveling, I knocked on the door once.

"Is anyone home?" My voice peaked with eagerness.

I knocked once more, to see if there was a last minute greeting.

I opened the door and went in. God this reminded me of a horror film. Girl goes into big house, girl wonders around in the house, girl gets killed, girl never comes out…of the house.

Fucking great, now I have the thought of an ax murderer in the back of my mind.

"Hello, anyone in here?" I asked tentatively. I looked around and noticed that the house was spotless. I made my way to the kitchen when I caught sight of blonde hair. I took a step closer and it was Spencer. She was sprawled on the floor unconscious.

"Spencer?" not again, please not again. "Spencer wake up. You need to wake up." I was terrified. There was blood, but where was it coming from? I checked her body, there was no evidence of a blood wound. The only place left was her head.

Bingo.

There was a huge gash in the back.

Oh Fuck. I called 911, not knowing what else to do.

They arrived twenty minutes later. I lied to the paramedic so I could get a ride with them to the hospital. We pulled in and they rushed her into the hospital.

I stayed there all night, there was something that magnetized me to her, it was the unknown; she was a mystery to me.

"Ashley are you alright?" Kyla asked. I could tell she was sorry, every fragment of her screamed it.