"Hayden!" I shouted.

My heart was beating a mile a minute. She had to be here.

I fell out of bed, hitting my head on the way down. It was just another dream.

It would seem my crappy subconscious refused to let me accept things the way they were. It simply refused to acknowledge that she would never reply with "I'm in here Thomas!"

I had to leave this room. The room Where we had spent so much time. It was suffocating me.

I picked up a pair of jeans off the floor along with a shirt. I dint care which they were nobody was around to see it at 3:23 in the morning anyway.

I practically ran out of the house. Not even bothering to put shoes on.

Hayden and I had been best friends since before we could walk or even talk. I puked on her, she squirted me with milk and so our friendship was formed.

When we were Six a new neighbour moved in on the other side of Hayden (I lived on her left they moved in on the right). Their sons name was Shane.

He fell right into place and we became inseparable.

Life got in the way when we turned 17 though... That was the year Shane decided to drive the Three of us off a cliff because he could no longer handle life.

Now He's dead.

Hayden's in a coma without hope that she will ever wake up.

And me I'm sitting on a swing in the park.