• As she scurries down the hall praying I don’t see but I do I’ve seen what she did I follow her quietly silently She turns see no one in sight she turns back around and there I am and I say “I saw what you did you smashed and bashed his heart you smashed it dead you pray to forget you can’t you think he’ll be ok he won’t you think this is a dream it’s not it’s real you’ve just killed yet you think no I am not a murderer “ you are don’t deny It just makes you look guiltier” and every feeling that you get is agony or misery so I pray he’s ok he’s not you tell me to leave I can’t I won’t not until you realize what you’ve done you fall in horror thinking what you’ve done hating your self you think right now he’s losing everything his house his car his pet his clothes his life in horror and fright you run to him you check his pulse there’s none he is dead you think it’s his fault he left you but it’s not it’s yours you cry and cry It’s not going to bring him back you grief and grief then finally you burst you scream shout mourn over the loss of you friend I tell you I will show you a world where you can understand every thing she grabs my hand we leave I show her that even anger and agony is better then misery I say “you’ll thank me later” we return to the grave yard where he was buried she puts roses on his bed and says softly almost silently “thank-you” as she turned to face me I was gone she looked and saw on the grave his necklace and she cried.
    It was him this whole time she sobbed she left a pure red rose perfect on his grave hoping he would see it even though I was her friend this whole time.