Earnest Ben fin

Lucy rushed down the hall, bitter tears streaming into the wind of her passage. She ran so fast, got so winded, she couldn't sob.

Ben's body was riddled with punctures. His room was awash in blood. Through tears that would never abate, Lucy saw a folded square of paper on the floor. She grabbed it before any blood could get on it when the staff removed the body.

Lucy, it said, pretty girls shouldn't hurt alone.