Kyoto, Japan

Elizabeth Porter was sitting on the floor in fetal position. Her head was on her knees and her body was shaking with tears. She didn’t know what the hell happened, and she didn’t want to know.

She looked over to the still figure on the floor and said, "how fucking naïve was I to think that no one would ever intentionally harm me?"

"Elizabeth," Dana Johnson comforted holding her best friend in a tight embrace, "I will never understand why you choose to do the things that you do, but from what I’ve heard it something that requires a great deal of trust. It can’t just be a random person."

"I don’t choose it Dana," Elizabeth said, "it’s like a need. I feel the need to feel pain."

"Either way, you can’t just keep going to those creepy clubs and bringing random people home!"

Elizabeth sobbed looking up into the kind blue eyes of the former captain of the tennis team. Dana was the only person who even talked to her. Elizabeth was an awkward, kept to herself kind of girl and it scared people. Dana always thought she was awkward too so she hit it off with her from the start. She didn’t, however, expect to be getting a late night phone call merely 3 months after meeting.

"What am I gonna do Dane?" Elizabeth said looking over to the figure again.

"It was an accident," Dana said, "we just call the cops and explain what happened."

"They’ll never believe me! I’m only 17 Dana, I can’t go to jail!"

"Okay, okay," Dana said, "calm down. Look we just graduated we were both heading to university anyways. Let’s just get the hell out of here."

"They’ll find us," Elizabeth said.

"No because I have a friend who can literally make us disappear," Dana assured helping the mocha skinned brunette stand, "we will go to university as different people."

"Are you sure it’ll work? Won’t they find my DNA?"

"No, because we are gonna burn this fucking place down. She won’t even be recognizable."

"Dana," Elizabeth said weakly, "you know I didn’t mean to right?"

Dana sighed and pulled the tall brunette in for a hug. It never ceased to amaze her how the strong, dominant looking woman was actually the most vulnerable, sensitive woman on the planet.