***A while later***
"Wake up, honey.", said a familiar voice. Maria felt something cold and wet on her forehead. She weakly opened her eyes. She saw her mother's face hovering above hers.
"Are you okay?"
"Mom? You're home?"
"Yes. What happened?"
"I could ask you the same."
Maria made an attempt to sit up, but mom said, "No, dear. Just lay down and rest." Maria lapsed back into sleep.

                                                            ***The next day, over breakfast***
"So, we came home and found you lying there," finished Maria's mom.
"Wait a minute. You're saying that someone called the Smiths' house and told you to came back? "
"Yes."
"Was it a boy or a girl?"
"Girl." Elisa?, thought Maria, No, it couldn't have been. But it must.
"Hey, could you pass me the paper?", said Maria to her dad. He gave it to her. She flipped through to find the comics, but a headline caught her eye. "Local Teen Kills Other Teen at Needles' Concert", it read.
"Last night, what started out as a fun event for music lovers ended up as a double tragedy. Elisa Ashton, 17, pulled out a gun and shot her date, Matthew Summers, 18, while backstage. Then, witnesses say, she shot herself. She yelled out something about life not being worth it without friends. There will be no ceremonies."
Last that was heard of Maria, she was looking for a nunnery.