She stood, her head unbandaged, her shoulder concealed, with her eyes focusing on the stone. A sucicide... of course. Her fourth best friend that killed herself. Now she has no one left. Riley drowned herself, Eryn recalling her image as she lay in her deathbed. Christine hung herself, then imagining her friend's face, unexpressed and dead, hanging from her own backyard. Allison, well, Allison, you'd never expect. But she was found in her bed, naked, overflowing with pills down her throat; Marilyn Monroe style. None of them had notes except her; the only note that was written once; read only once. The one note they never found. The note for only one person. Eryn Smith.