After she left me, my brain were all working again, thinking on how to pull this move, I've got some thinking to do, I've got some planning, what are the rituals she's talking about?, I never knew there was anything like ritual, now that I'm aware of it and it remains two of them to bring her down, what are then the other two?, How can I find out?.
“ Happy Death Day....”
I turned around to see who her victim was. No, no, it can't be, I was struck with shock that I can't find words, what's going on?, No, it shouldn't be, it shouldn't be him. I was just watching her take him away, my heartbeat fast, pounding hard like they'll pump out of my chest if I don't stop it.
“ Please....”
That's the only word that left my lips and it was low, Very low, more like a whisper. The shock I'm going through can't allow me to show the proper reaction of how this makes me feel. I want to stand, I want to go to her, kneel down and plead. Tears roll down my cheeks, yet I can't find any word to make this stop.
“ Please!!!....”
I broke out in tears, now shouting and pleading as the door was gently closing, I can see my other friends reacting the same way, until the door was finally shut, I can't stop the tears, I can't stop my pain, I was crying like a baby, this was the highest reaction from me concerning this incident we've been living in lately, why would she take him?, Why?.
When his scream erupted from inside the room, my heart broke in half, fresh tears flew down, his scream really triggering me to the breaking point where I can no longer hold back, before I knew it, it was pitch black.
Waking up in the morning, my parents ran away from my side, their torturing already started again, seeing me like a dead body whose ghost keeps waking up at them anytime they've finally given up.
“ Is that you son?....”
My Dad asked me, but this time, I don't have answers, I have nothing to say, I was just silent that I couldn't talk to anyone, can't even look my parents way. I left my room where my parents was at and headed downstairs, I went to the sitting room, sat on one of the dining chairs and rested my back on it, eyes staring forward and lips sealed. 
I can see my parents coming down, peeping at me to see what I was doing, they might've seen me in this depressed position or they really figured something out, because they ran to me, now giving me all their attention.
“ What happened son?, Why're you like this?, Why're you crying?.”
My parents asked me, I never knew I was crying, their words made me realize that I was, I sniffed in, with my Dad by my side, I rested my head on him, in which he took me into him like he knew that I really needed this hug and affection as his hand moved to my head, giving my hair a soft touch.
“ It's all my fault....”
“ What is?.... What's all your fault son?, Tell me, share with me, I'm here to listen....”
My Dad pressed, wanting to really understand what was bothering me, what made me blame myself. I couldn't hold back the hard breath in my lungs, I let them go, closing my eyes in the process, releasing all the pain, all the agony, all the mistakes with this one breath, yet after exhaling out of relief, I had to breath back in, taking them back just the way I released them.
“ Tell me son, I'm really worried....”
My Dad pressed, trying to figure out what it was because he was never there, my Mom was just silent, not really knowing how to handle this thing, just holding my forearm, showing me that she's still here.
“ Because of my mistakes, I left Adam to die, I never knew it was going to be this way, I did nothing to protect him, just sat back yesterday, enjoying a party and fun moments, thinking it was all over, now I have to pay for my mistakes with my friend's life.....”
I said the words, the weight of getting less because I shared it away, yet it was still heavy, heavy enough to bring me down. My Dad was now touching my shoulders, encouraging me that everything will be just fine. 
When they left for their daily work, I made preparations, getting ready to go to Adam's house to see whether this was really real like the other ones, or maybe, it was a dream, a dream that came because of all the traumatic nights I've been going through with my classmates for sometime now.
A knock sounded on my door, I opened them to see Adrian, Micheal and Kevin, Oh no, I guess it was all real after all, Adam wasn't here with them, I don't even know what made me hope so. We aren't just going to seat back, we've got to do something now. I still requested we go to Adam's together, we should show our sympathy as his best friend and also something else, something I was there for, that sweet.
On getting there, we were allowed to go see him, we requested to see him even for the last time, his parents were behind us as we just stood there watching our lifeless friend. After some minutes, I requested for the next thing we came here for, the sweet, they've got to give up the sweet to us if they want to help save the others, the other children, I didn't know what Adam's Dad was planning, because he hesitated at first before agreeing to let it go.
After we collected the sweet, we left for the school, unless we want to become tonights victims, then missing school will become an option.