• Unconcious and unmoving I looked down at the little girl who was lying in her death bed, so unfortunate I thought as I kissed her softly on her head. I held her hand tightely, nobody knew weather she would wake up or not. Her skin was white, not her usual light pink color. I looked deeply into her eyes and after about 5 minutes I felt a light continous tugging on my arm, Tom my best friend and the one that i loved dearly was trying to get my attention,
    "Come on its time to go now..." he mummbled softly.
    I silently removed my foot from the ground and began to walk towards the exit.

    At home it was the same as usual my mum getting drunk and my dad hitting me. I cried and cried and cried until there was no tear left. I then realized that I had to escape somehow to see that little girl. I ran to the field were tom lived and started to wave my hands frantically in the air urgent to get his attention. He came to his window.
    "What?" he shouted
    "Im running away!"
    "Where to?"
    "Anywhere but here"
    Tom sprinted down the stairs and met me at the door panting.
    "I'm coming with you!"
    We ran all night desperate to get away from where we are now. Then suddenly, a loud noise came from behind us i recongnized it; a police car my heart was bursting out of my chest in a way to escape. I shot a warning glance towards tom and waited. Then a very stocky policeman got out of the car and me and tom ran with all that we had towards some kind of hiding place. Then the man got back into his police car and started driving towards us. Everything that was in my head started to hurt and i thought that what i was about to do would save tom. I ran out in front of the police car and all that I could do was wait to when i die. I watched as tom's mouth opened in horror and screamed "no!!" at the top of his voice.

    That was all I saw she ran out in the road without warning and looked at me bledding everywhere, knocked over by a policecar... and killed. Unconcious and unmoving I looked down at the my best friend who was lying in her death bed, so unfortunate I thought as I kissed her softly on her head. I held her hand tightely, nobody knew weather she would wake up or not. Her skin was white, not her usual light pink color. I cried and cried and cried until there was no tears left. Poor Amy lying in her death bed...