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"Yvonne! What have you done?" Andrea yelled, forgetting about the dead body of Ray and rushing over to her friend, who she actually did get along with, and felt her wrists, slashed deep vertically.
"I don't know," Yvonne cried hysterical, lifting her hands to cup Andrea's head in her palms, the blood quickly absorbing into her hair, "Why am I so dumb?"
"Hold on Yvonne, I'll get you to a hospital," Andrea cried as she felt the blood running down her face, mixing with her tears.
"You killed Ray, how can you be my friend?" Yvonne said, letting her hands stay tangled in Andrea's hair, afraid to move or she would die quicker.
"I am your friend," Andrea mumbled out sloppily, knowing Yvonne had really loved Ray but was too scared to tell a soul about it.
"And there's nothing you can do," Yvonne cried and rested her forehead on Andrea's, looking into her eyes, "I'm dying with the one I love."
"Yvonne, you can't do this to yourself," Andrea felt Yvonne slipping out of her hold and her eyes roll in the back of her head, "Yvonne! Hold on! For me! Please!"
But there was nothing that Andrea could do. Yvonne was dead.
Andrea broke out in a fit of painful sobs as she let Yvonne's body fall to the floor. She collapsed next to it, looking at the dead girl in front of her. So young, so naive, yet, she was her best friend.
Now Andrea felt like she had nothing left.
She had to get rid of Ray's body. But Yvonne's would stay in the tent eternally.