They heard crying from the closet

What could it be?

They opened the door

Expecting to see a stranger

A new face in need of help

What they saw instead was a dear friend

The friend that had held each of them

But never asked for anything in return

Her fingers dripped blood

As the knife clattered to the ground

She had always been so strong

How could she have been

Hurting this bad

They rushed around her

Trying to make up for lost time

Trying to save her

Like she saved them

They froze as she whispered her last,

“You were never supposed to know,”