She once had a best friend. Then that person grew tired of her, pushed her away, and never spoke to her again. She wanders the campus every day trying to feel a little better, but every night the nightmares swallow her whole. There is a broken Spawn point mark on her chest. Like her, it cracked and never healed right.

That evening, she was walking back to her dorm. Her head was full of nightmares, of words left unsaid, of a "why" she never got to finish. She kept her eyes down and moved on autopilot. She didn't notice the red light. She didn't notice the horn. She didn't notice the car coming straight at her.

Then a hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. She fell onto the curb and looked up. She saw someone.

Her only friend. The one who was still there.