• Roxy, Stefanie, Jane, and Jill were my closest girlfriends. They were all so different from each other and me and somehow we all got along. Roxy was the punk one, music was her love. Jane was such a sweetheart, no one would believe that she had killed herself if it wasn‘t for the scars. Jill had sports and yet died from her protruding ribs, which were hurt during a football game. Stefanie was the beautiful artist, who somehow got poisonous paint supplies down her throat, her skin is still a sickly purple. Then crazy me/her. We are one person and yet somehow we are nothing a like. We see things differently, well she doesn’t really see at all. She’s much quieter and just as insane. She knew so much about me and I knew nothing of her. We both new one thing though, each door led to another, and only one world is the link to them all. We both knew this but neither of us knew what it meant back then. Now we do and we’re still trying to close all the doors…