I lie on my bed, eyes closed, listening to the silence that filled my ears. It bothered me, but I was in no mood to fix it. I began to argue with myself. We beat him! Why is all of this happening!? I saw it with my own eyes, even Nick saw it. He’s gone! But..Maybe he’s still here? But how..His name no longer exists! And how in hell did my mom get the fucking warning last night, the day after we fucking rid him from our lives? Is he maybe still around, somehow just toying with all our thoughts? He really wants us gone, doesn’t he? What the fuck is he doing? Why did we ever trust him. Why didn’t we tell someone from the beginig. Why did we wait for it to get to this point. He’s framing Nick, seeing as how my parents think it’s him, and his own parents don’t believe him! Why, why, why…why..us? What did we ever do to anger him so..?