When my best friend was being molested and dragged in the sea,I was standing on the shore not far from her...
My best friend,Amelia Thompson,committed suicide.
I just can't figure it out...

How could anyone choose to commit suicide on their own birthday?
She was clearly getting better.She even made plans with me for the future.
I was soaked and collapsed on the bathroom floor, feeling completely drained.
My mind was filled with the image of her lifeless body drowned in the bathtub.
The smell of blood lingering in my nose and the bone-chilling stillness.
I will never forget it for the rest of my life.

I leaned against the edge of the bathtub,crying until I fell asleep.
In my dream,it seemed like I was back in those most tormenting days.
At the seaside barbecue stall that night,Amelia shouted at three shirtless men.
"Can you guys have some manners?I've already said I don't want to add you on WeChat and I don't want to share a table."

I tried my best to run towards Amelia,but I only saw their retreating backs.
And I heard that unbearable words.
"You ungrateful bitch.Just you wait!"
Suddenly,I found myself at the seaside,looking very anxious.
I pushed the figures surging towards me with all my might.I saw Amelia being dragged by three men to the shallow sea area near the cordon where there were fewer people and the light couldn't reach.
Some people tried to swim towards that direction,but were driven back by their insults.
Yet I was still wandering around the beach in a panic,desperately searching for my Amelia.
The waves grew stronger,and a white mass was washed onto the shore by the waves.
It was Amelia.Seeing the gradually gathering crowd,I let out a scream and rushed towards her.
The scene suddenly changed,and all I could see was white.
I was in the hospital.Amelia's face was swollen terribly.There were still torn scars at the corner of her mouth.She was like a lifeless puppet,
staring blankly out the window with her eyes.
Six words kept echoing in my ears,"Severe tearing of the lower body..."
"Stop!Stop talking!"I covered my ears and shouted.
The scene in front of me switched again.In the apartment.
I looked at Amelia,who was in a mess with a foul smell all over her body,and said softly,"Amelia,I've drawn you a bath.There are also the bath salt balls you like.How about taking a nice,comfortable bath?"
Amelia stared at me with red,bloodshot eyes.
She roared hysterically,"You think I'm dirty too?You think I'm dirty,don't you,Lily Adams?You think I'm dirty!"
I wanted to explain,but she suddenly wrapped her arms around herself and crawled into the corner.
Her mouth was trembling,"Water...water...in the sea...the sea!No!No!"
I cried and tried to rush up to comfort her,but the scene switched again.
On the bustling street,in the quiet art gallery,and in the sweet-smelling dessert shop.
I held Amelia's hand tightly everywhere.
Finally,there was a little smile on her face.
She said,"Lily,I'm better.I'm okay now.You can go on your business trip with peace of mind.When you come back from your business trip,it will be my birthday.Don't be late!I want to blow out the candles and cut the cake with you,and then go to the movies!"
"Okay!"We looked at each other and smiled.
Tears began to blur my vision.
I stood at the door of the apartment holding a cake.When I took out the key,I found that the door wasn't locked.
The door opened...
"Amelia!"I shouted and woke up from what was either a dream or a memory.
Looking at the empty bathtub,my heart also seemed to be emptied.
It turns out that when the pain reaches its limit,it can make people numb.
I grabbed my hair tightly,and all kinds of images started to flash in my mind.
The way Amelia said she had let go of what happened at the seaside with her own mouth.
The way she looked full of smiles when imagining the future.
And she even called me happily a few days before her birthday,saying that we would have dinner at her favorite Hunan restaurant on her birthday.
But later,she suddenly called and said that I shouldn't go back and that work should come first.
I asked her why,and she just mumbled that work was important.
Originally,I wanted to come back secretly to give her a surprise,but I didn't expect...
In the bathroom,I wiped the bloodstains on the floor repeatedly with a rag.
Repeating the previous images in my mind,I became more and more convinced that Amelia's death was strange.
All her signs didn't seem to indicate that she would commit suicide.
So,what on earth did Amelia experience during the time I was on a business trip?
I suddenly stood up and rushed into Amelia's room,rummaging through everything.
Finally,under the mattress where she slept,I found a diary and her mobile phone...