I Left. She Broke.

I don’t know why I did it. Maybe it was the rush — the feeling of escape, of freedom. I never thought it would come to this. I didn’t think she’d spiral so far down. I left because I was falling apart. My mind was slipping, and I couldn’t hold on. But I never stopped to think about hers.

Her mom, Mrs. Philips, didn’t hesitate. She blamed me. Said I was the reason.

But it wasn’t me.

It was the knife.