Sleepover

These things always happen around me.

'I don't know anything,' I say.

'All right.' The policeman smiles sympathetically. 'I'm sorry.'

I nod, not trusting myself to speak.

With a last pitiful glance, he closes the door.

My best friend died at my place. Fantastic idea, that sleepover was.

I sigh. I should've taken my medication...

Damn sleepwalking.