YOU AND ME ARE LIKE ONE HEARTBEAT. I turned my face to her. Her face was a frightening shade of white, with black etched into her eyes. The room was quiet, until her laboured breathing came to my ears, unusually, I was the only one that heard it. It was then that Mary turned her head to me. I would have asked if she was alright, but it was too complex looking into her eyes. She stood extremely slowly, the class staring at her, what she was about to say was much more important than the test we were all taking. "Mrs. Harrison?" she breathed. The teacher stared at her, about to yell at her for speaking during a test, except Mary's face spoke it for her. "I think my heart stopped beating." It was at that moment that Mary fell and died. I didn't even notice everybody screaming.