I was moving towards him before he finished saying her name.

Instantly, my mind thought the worse. What does he mean by it's Bella? Was she hurt? Was she injured? Did something happen to her?

Asher barely waited for me, as soon as I was close to him, he turned around and bolted out of the door. I followed him, my feet quickening pace to match his. My mind was in a sheer state of panic, wondering what the hell had happened to the only friend I had left.

I didn't have to wonder for long though, because I heard her voice before I saw her. Or, I should say I heard her screams. They tore through me, piercing me with the pain that was echoing through them.

Asher reached her before I did, but he didn't go directly to her. He stopped a few feet away from her, his arms raised in front of him like he was worried what she might do. I stopped too, glancing around quickly at the crowds of people that were around us. They were pretending like they weren't paying attention, pointedly looking away, but sneaking glances every few seconds.

My heart dropped to the floor as I looked at my best friend. She was standing in front of Isla's locker, tears streaming down her face, leaving black makeup on her skin. She was moving frantically, chaotically as she ripped the decorations from Isla's locker, her sobs and breaths mixing together until they formed as one.

"She fucking hated daisies! She hated them," Bella cried out, throwing the false flowers to the floor. "Anyone who knew anything about Isla KNEW she hated daises!"

I moved closer to her, my own eyes watering as I felt the pain radiating from my best friend. I could feel how bad she was hurting, I could feel the pain as if it were my own. Just like how it's been the last month, our emotions were tied together. When she cried, I cried. When I screamed in frustration, she did too. When I felt empty, I know she felt the same.

"Bella," I whispered, raising my hand to touch her shoulder. "It's okay."

She flinched as I made contact, shrugging my hand away, before she turned and looked at me. Her eyes, I have no words for them. They were pained and wild, darting around with quick movements.

"It's not okay, Indie!" She screamed at me, closing her eyes for just a second. "It's not okay! They don't even know her. They didn't know anything about her. Look at this, look! I'll miss you in Chemistry, Isla," she read from one of the notes, holding it close to her face before she crumbled it into a ball and discarded it on the floor. "They didn't even know her! They don't miss her, Indie! They don't miss her, don't you see that? They don't miss her, we do."

Bella let out a sob, turning back towards the locker and continuing to pull the flowers off. "Anyone who knew Isla knew that she liked yellow sunflowers! It's the only flower she liked!"

"I know, Bella," I moved my hand back to her shoulder, sighing in relief when she didn't shrug me off this time.

"They don't miss her, Indie," Bella said, her voice falling soft once again. She turned towards me, before she flung her arms around my neck, holding on to me tightly. "They don't know what it's like to miss her. It hurts so badly."

I wrapped my arms around her, gently rubbing against her back. My own tears were falling now, my own sobs stuck in my chest. "I know it hurts, Bella, I know it does. It hurts me too."

"I don't know how to exist without her," Bella muttered into my ear, and she began to fall towards the ground, pulling me with her. I didn't hesitate to follow her, collapsing onto the ground with her. We held each other tightly the whole time, not separating ourselves for even a second.

Bella didn't say anything else, she just cried into my hair. I only rubbed her back, hopefully letting her know that I was there for her. I'd always be there for her, just like she would always be there for me.

I don't know how many minutes went by, I heard the scuffle of feet from around us, our classmates all making their way to their next classes. I didn't care to look up, I only cared about Bella.

"Can we take you somewhere?" I heard Asher's voice ring out in a soft tone. I was surprised that he stayed. I moved my face from Bella's shoulder, looking up to find him. I was surprised to see Chase standing there with him, they were leaning back against the lockers, a concerned look on both of their faces.

I didn't wait for Bella to answer, I just nodded quickly. I knew we had already caused a scene, and it wouldn't take long before a teacher would be making our way here. The last thing we needed was for them to call our parents, letting them know what happened.

I stood up, pulling Bella with me. She kept her head resting on me, and I used my arm to shield her from the rest of the world. I walked towards the door, hearing the boys follow us. As we approached my car, I dug the keys out of my pocket, tossing them to Chase, who looked caught off guard at my movements.

He opened his mouth like he was about to say something, but I guess he thought better of it. He simply looked down at the keys instead, pushing the button to unlock the door. I pulled open the rear door, gently nudging Bella inside.

Once we were in the backseat, I pulled her down, so her head was in my lap. I looked down at her, catching her eyes and trying to communicate silently with her. I wanted to tell her that it was going to be okay, but I wasn't sure if I believed it at this point. Bella seemed to understand, she closed her eyes, grabbing one of my hands and pulling it into her chest like it was a teddy bear.

"Where do you want to go?" Asher asked from the passenger seat, his voice was low with concern, his eyes focused on Bella's face.

"I don't know," I told him honestly. I didn't know much of anything anymore.

Chase looked at me, the same look of sadness on his face that we wore earlier. He looked helpless, like he knew I was in pain but he also knew there wasn't anything he could do to help me. He was right, in a sense. There's no way to help the pain that comes with losing a part of your soul.

He let a soft breath out of his nose, before he turned back around and began to drive. I only kept my eyes on him for a minute longer, noticing the way he seemed nervous to be driving my car. He looked like he was thinking carefully about everything he was doing, and if I knew Chase, it was probably because he was worried he was going to damage my car. I wanted to tell him he didn't need to be, I didn't care about it. I closed my eyes instead, knowing the easiest way to avoid the pain I was in, was simply by not being conscious enough to feel it.

Sleep found me almost instantly, the way it had been lately. I guess it's something about grief, and the constant pressure it fills your body with, it tires you out easily. It's exhausts every part of you.

I didn't know how long I had been asleep for, as I regained consciousness. I knew it must have been for a while, because I could tell it was dark even with my eyes closed. The sun wasn't streaming through my skin. I could tell we weren't moving anymore, the car was stopped somewhere. Bella was still fast asleep, I felt the way her chest was moving against my legs, in deep, rhythmic motions.

I could hear Asher and Chase talking, speaking in hushed voices. The sounds all blurred together at first, so I tried to focus my mind enough to hear them.

"I just..." Chase started, pausing for a second, "I hate seeing her like this. I can't imagine how much she must be hurting, how much they both must be hurting. I don't know, I just wish I could help her. I wish I could take some of her pain away."

"I know, man. But, maybe we were stupid to think it wasn't going to be this bad. It's only been a month," Asher replied.

"I know. Fuck, I know. I wish we had been able to see them in the last month. I hate that we didn't hear anything from them. Especially, because we found them when it happened. I get it though, I get why they didn't reach out to us. I mean, fuck, they barely know us. I'm practically a stranger to Indie," Chase said, making me want to shake my head and tell him that he's not a stranger. He's not, he had to know that, didn't he?

"Indie knows you care about her. She must know, at this point. She knows that you'll be there to help her, if she needs it," Asher answered.

"We can't do anything to help them," Chase said, his voice almost a whisper. "That's the worst part. There's nothing we can do. There's nothing we can say. We can't take their pain away, and I fucking hate that we can't take it away."

"But they deserve us trying."

"They deserve everything we can give them," Chase replied instantly. "Indie deserves everything. And I swear, man. I'll try every fucking thing I can to help her. I'll do anything I can."

Asher sighed, not answering for a moment. "Do you think you'll ever get to tell her now?"

Another minute of silence filled the car. "It's not about me anymore. It's only about her. I won't think about what I want, now. I can only focus on what she needs."