When my Plane arrived in Nebraska I never knew what would happen that fateful week in June. The air was hot and the sun beamed down on you relentlessly. Something told me when I got there that something was wrong, maybe it was the way my best friend Ann looked at me that sent chills up and down my spine. When we got in the car she gave me this look like you couldn't believe. In her eyes she had sadness and despair in her eyes. I asked her why she looked so sad. She couldn't tell me, her eyes bubbled up in a tear and then I knew it had to be bad. For someone who was so playful and full of life to look as though she was going to die meant something had to be wrong. "Ann" I said trying to tell my self that she was playing a joke and she would laugh any minute now at how serious I was, " Annie, what is wrong, you must tell me." I said, and all of a sudden I felt a bump in my thigh. "Cloi, I have some thing to tell you and this isn't very easy, I have AIDS, I got it from my boyfriend, I didn't know that he had it." every thing after I have AIDS didn't really make sense. Those words ran through my head all day long. I couldn’t think I just wanted to cry. That whole entire night Ann and I spent hugging each other. Over the next two days Ann’s condition got worse, and she had to be hospitalized. In the next few days I had been at the hospital with her, my mom said I looked tired so I went home. Ann was a sleep so I didn't really think that she would care if I left. I was so tired that when I got home I fell right asleep. In my dream I saw Ann, they were taking out all of the tubes that had been going in and out of her all week. I couldn't hear what the people around her were saying, but it scared me, so I woke up, went down to the hospital, walked into the room only to find my best friend dead. I cried like I've never cried before. I thought she would never forgive me for leaving her sad, I wanted so bad just to say goodbye, and hold her for only a minute. After I got home I decided to drown out my pain with some brandy.