I take a deep breath.  It has been two days since the incident, and I am the first one who has been in the room since it happened.  I slowly turn the knob as I think about what I am about to do.  I take another deep breath and push the door open.  It eerily creeks as I slowly remember what happened.  Darkness fills the room as I enter it silently.  The floorboards creek with every step I take.  I stop four steps into the room.  I can’t see anything yet; there are no windows in the room.  Is this the right thing to do?  It’s not too late to turn back.  Do I really want to see this again?  

I take three more steps over to the left side of the room and lean against the wall.  What happened on Friday is still all a big blur.  I try to make out pictures and sounds through the things that I remember.  I slide down the wall and sit on the floor.  If I turn on the light, what will happen?  Is everything still there?  I get cold as an eerie shiver runs through my body.  What if I imagined it all?  Would I be called crazy if I did?  People just don’t imagine things as big as this.  I wonder.  What if someone else knows?  What if I’m not the only one who knows?  But I’m the only one who was in the room at the time, so how could someone else know exactly what happened?  I just wish none of it ever happened, if it really did ever happen.  

I decide that I will turn on the lights and find out if what I remember is correct.  I slowly get up and feel around the wall for the light switch.  Ah, found it.  I slowly ponder this for a second, then I flex my hand upwards and light fills the room.  Should I turn around?  I could turn off the lights and get out of here.  Yeah, that’s what I’ll do.  Instead, I have a gut feeling that I should just turn around and get it over with.  I turn around and freeze.  What I see makes me feel like I could just die right then and there.  I fall to the ground as tears fill my eyes.  I never imagined that something like this would happen.

There, lying lifelessly on the floor like she was two days ago, is my best friend Alli.  There is one word that describes what happened to her.  The one word that now makes me flinch every time I hear it.  The one tragic word to describe all of this. Murdered.  I stop crying for just a moment and think about what happened.  

Two days ago, Alli and her boyfriend, Matt, got into a huge fight.  Alli swore that she saw Matt with another girl.  Matt said that it was true that he was with another girl, but the other girl was his cousin.  Alli didn’t believe him and stormed out of the house.  Later, she came back and said she was sorry and should have believed him because she found out that his cousins had come to stay with his family.  Then, Matt gets mad at her and said that she was just jealous that he got to spend more time with his cousins that he got to spend with her.  He got so mad that he took her over next door to the house that has been vacant for years, and murdered her (I’d rather not say how he did it).  I watched the whole thing through the window in the back door.  Then, he took her body into the room that had no windows (it is better known as the “storm room”).  I waited a while, but Matt didn’t come out of the storm room for a long time.  After he left, I went in and ran towards my best friend, thinking that I could somehow bring her back, but her heart had stopped a while ago.  That’s when I knew that would never speak to Matt again.

I was the one who had to go and tell Alli’s parents what had happened exactly.  That was definitely the hardest part.   Sitting in a room with your best friend’s parents who are bawling their eyes out because their daughter had just been murdered by the handsome, polite guy that dated their daughter is really hard to do.  The hardest part was actually telling them who committed the murder because we all loved Matt.  The last thing on earth you would expect him to do.  Now, Alli is gone and everyone hates Matt and I wish all of this was a dream.

I sit there crying thinking about all the good times we had.  Like last year, we were so excited about graduating high school that Alli and I went out and split an ice cream cone because we only had enough money for one.  The ice cream ended up all over our faces and eventually the ball of ice cream that was on top slipped off the cone and it dropped onto the sidewalk.  We laughed.  Oh, and the time that we went to Lolli Pop Land when we were seven.  We were so excited.  We slept in beds that were in the shape of giant lolli pops with rainbow pillows and lolli pops for dessert every night.  I miss Alli.

Alli was more that just a best friend to me.  We would treat each other like sisters and help each other out with homework and stuff.  I remember that we were seven or something, and we got into this fight about a guy.  It was horrible at the time, but when we got older, we laughed at it.  Although we did have our ups and downs, we still stayed friends the whole way through.  

I look up and see my friend there on the floor lifeless, cold, scared, and dead.   I crawl over to her and lie down.  I think about Matt and how I used to like the couple.  Now, I’ll never have any couple to oooohhhh and aaaahhhh about.  I think about how Alli and I went on double-dates with she and Matt and my boyfriend Jake and I.  I remember how everyday we would go home and read each other’s diary’s when we were like five or something.  It was so much fun!  I miss Alli.