I stood outside of my girlhood room and hesitate slightly before knocking on the door. I was getting eaten up by an intense feeling of guilt about what happened to my best friends. I don't recall a lot of what happened after I ran into the forest. What I will never forget is the sight of my best friend and proxy brother tied to a wooden post like a dog and drenched in his own blood. That image will be burnt into my mind forever.
I knocked twice on the door and when I moved to knock a third, the door swung open. Two muscular arms wrapped around me and brought me into a suffocating embrace.
"Sa…amm. Saa…m," I wheezed out. He mumbled something into my hair, but I couldn't make out what it was. I tapped his shoulder and he finally let me go and put me back on the ground. I scanned his face and saw that he was still scratched up and a bit bruised. At least he was up and walking around – that was a good sign.
