The ride home was rough, and Ben and I kept being pushed closer together, as we went through many sharp turns. I became frustrated, as we were both wet, and our sticky clothes clung together. "Here we are. Young man, will you have the pleasure of going with the beautiful Elizabeth, or will you need a separate ride home?" said the driver. Before I could protest, he quickly jumped out of the taxi and said, "…showed first 75 words of 2430 total…

…showed last 75 words of 2430 total…but when I looked down, I saw something even worse; a deep, dark red. I pulled away from their grasps, and screamed. I couldn't see anything but the knife sticking out of Michael's stomach; I couldn't hear anything but Michael's last words, "Oh Liz, I love you so much!"; I couldn't feel anything but Michael's blood. I felt faint and light-headed. The next second, all I knew was that I was lying on the ground.