When I got there, there were twenty other people standing at the doorway. I figured we were going outside again to try out our firework projects when I heard screaming and loud voices commanding the students to just move away and go back to their previous classes. Finally reaching to the front of the commotion, I saw what had caused it in the first place. It was a body. A bloody body, that was faced the wrong way and the head was decapitated. And just a few feet away hung the head. It belonged to a girl. Once the head spun towards me did I recognize who it belonged to. It was Liv’s.

There was a white line around the body and bloodstains all around the floor. The weird thing about her body was that the head and her chest were the only things that were impaled. Her heart was ripped out and placed next to the teacher’s desk and her head was placed closely next to it. The worst feeling I felt was that I never got a chance to tell her how good of a friend she was and how good she was to me.

It was all too overwhelming. I no longer felt safe at the town I once called home. I no longer trusted anyone but my abuela and Alex. I could see Liv’s parents crowding around the body crying, weeping at the sight of their daughter’s head hanging from the ceiling. If you looked closely, you could see the fear in her eyes.

My feelings came over me like a tidal wave that was reminding me of everything I didn’t do with her or that I was never the friend she wanted or deserved. At that moment, I never felt so grateful to have a friend like Liv because she was a person who trusted and believed in me. That’s when the tears fell down my face. Hard. Suddenly I had the feeling when the guilt and regret from the past come up to your face and laugh at the mistakes that you have made in the past.

I ran up to Liv’s parents and took her mother’s hand into mine and held it there for a while. I couldn’t look at my friend’s body because it was horrible to look at. The murderer was a savage and he was insane. As if on cue, the bloodletting feeling overwhelmed my body and I wanted to grab a knife and stab someone. I wanted blood. Blood.

Nothing was in my head but blood. I let go of Liv’s mother and walked down the hallway of the school blinded by hate, revenge, and the need for blood.