[ WP ] You 're drifting off to sleep . Suddenly , there 's a loud banging on the door .

My eyes begin to feel heavy, I am slowly and peacefully falling into a different world. I feel all the muscles in my body begin to relax and all that stress disappears into the darkness. I am in my own private heaven and nothing can take this away from me. Nothing. 
 
 **Bang** **bang** 
 
 I hear a loud, continuous knock coming from my door downstairs. It stopped every few seconds and then continued, in patterns of twos. 
 
 **BANG**! **BANG**! 
 
 It went again. 
 
 `` Is anybody in there? Please! Answer the door!'' A desperate voice screamed from the other side of the door. 
 
 **BANG**! **BANG**! 
 
 The knocking continued, followed by more screams. 
 
 `` Please, please, please do n't do this! Let me in! I know you're in there! Do n't do it!'' The voice pleaded. 
 
 I laid there in my bed, completely oblivious to the screaming, but there was nothing I could do. I was immobile. Even if I did want to go to the door, I would n't be able to. 
 
 `` If you do n't open up, I'm forcing my way in there!'' 
 
 A few seconds later, I hear glass shatter onto the wooden floor of the kitchen. 
 
 `` Jane, please! Oh please, oh please, oh please...'' The voice became closer. Footsteps thumped up the stairs until my door barges open. A girl stood in the doorway, motionless, tears streaming down her face. 
 
 `` Jane. No.'' 
 
 `` Jenny, please, just turn back.'' I tried to speak and realized no words could come out. My mouth did n't even open. 
 
 My friend scanned the room, looking for something. Looking for a way out. Or maybe she was wishing there was a time machine; I know that at that moment I wish there was a time machine. What she found instead was something I wish she did n't have to see. 
 
 On the floor nearest to my bed were various pill bottles. Three, to be exact- all empty. On top of my nightstand was a note, scrawled with words in my own handwriting read, `` *I'm* *sorry*.'' 

