"Don't do it!" Jade screams as loudly as she can manage, desperately running towards the edge of the cliff where her newest best friend, Tiffanny, stands. Jade gasps for breath, her lungs burning from all the running, but she doesn't dare slow her pace until she has her hands squeezed tightly around Tiffanny's arms, shaking her almost violently in attempt to wake her from whatever world she's in, the daze that brought her to this spot.
"Tiffanny!" she begs, her voice not a notch quieter than before. "You have to listen to me. You can't do this!"
Nothing.
Tiffanny doesn't move an inch, doesn't flinch. Her eyes are unfocused, a pit of nothingness that seems to go on forever. No look of recognition registers in her face, and for a second Jade is hurt that she seems to have no effect on her friend at all. She blinks back tears, because right now, she has to make her friend see the light in this world. That things aren't all tragedy and tears.
She cups Tiffanny's face in her hands, praying her eyes will find hers. She notices how pale her face is, her skin translucent like wax paper. Her lips, a bright crimson red from the blood smeared across it. She must have been biting on them, hard.
Finally, Tiffanny's eyes seem to meet hers, but it's almost like she is looking through her, not at her. Still, it's such an accomplishment from a moment before that Jade can't help but feel somewhat relieved. Almost instantaneously, that feeling is washed away like the waves crashing onto the shore far, far below her, because Tiffany decides to speak, a whisper escaping from her barely moving lips. It takes a moment for Jade to really hear the words, let them sink in.
"Why?"
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