Beware the Ides of March. It’s too bad that I couldn’t have remembered, or payed attention to the warning sooner. Of course, there’s nothing that says I would’ve paid any more attention than anyone else, unless of course I’d known what was going to happen. But then, I didn’t did I?

Nope. So, here I am, sprawled on the cold floor at the feet of my best friend, Brandon. I’m pretty sure I’m not going to make it, and he laughs. Laughs and chats and flirts with my friends as I lay here staring at shoes, trying to figure out whether or not I’m dying.

My head hurts. It feels like an intense burning heat fills me up and I can’t focus on anything for too long. The group shuffles off out of my sight and when I try to turn over to watch them, I find that I can’t move at all.

I hear Mindy’s voice telling them to watch out for the blood. Am I really bleeding that bad?

I struggle to move something…anything and I feel faint. As the blackness washes over me I close my eyes and joke to myself, “Et tu, Brute?”