Teardrops

Tears stream down both our faces. She's gripping on with her bare fingertips, and I'm grabbing at her wrists. Water is rushing below her, and I can't save my best friend. Ellie's slipping. I shout for help, but no-one is here. I told her not to come to the most deserted part of the woods.
Ellie's fingers slip, and she falls. I curl up, and wish it all away. It feels like I'm lying for almost a decade before someone notices. I feel a hand on my shoulder, and I look.
"What's the matter, sweetheart?" an old woman asks me.
I reply, "My life's just fallen apart, that's what." and I curl back up.
"Come with me," she says. "I'll get you back to your mother. You can tell me all about it as I walk you."
She pulls me up and we start walking. I explain what happened with Ellie, and start weeping like always.
"I wish I could help you, dearie. I might call the police. I'm sorry but they might not find her..."
"But you don't understand! They have to find her! She was the only friend I had! She kept all the others from laughing at me!" I explain.
I get back home, and run straight upstairs. I don't wanna talk to mum. I lie under my cover, curling into a ball, like at the park. I never want to live again.

That was two years ago.