I was your neighbor. We always knew each other, but we weren't necessarily close friends. But our families got along, so we did. One night, I'm sitting at home by myself when I hear a knock on my door. It's frantic and hurried. When I open the door, I see you, "Emerson?" I ask. Your face is tear stained and red. Your hair is messy, and your chest is heaving up and down quickly. "I didn't know...where else t-to...go or who...t-to...c-call..." You whimper.