She layed her beautiful brunet hair on my thighs as I began to weep myself to a flood of tears. My eyes completely swollen up, as the cops tried to question me about what had happened there, all I could say was that she was drenched in her blood when I got there, she was slowly loosing consciousness, “I tried to revive her but she was gone…”, was all I could say then. The police officer took it as his queue to understand the fact that I wasn’t in the right frame of mind. As I looked at her mom break down in despair, I felt a sort of guilt somehow.
I went home that night, I took the longest route possible, my mind was filled with questions, I wasn’t even able to come to a definite conclusion.
Nobody ever questions the innocent crying best friend, and nobody could even begin to comprehend how the whole massacre of July’s death occurred. I mean, who would even think that was possible.
I sat there reminiscing about her painfully beautiful death, you know nothing gives you pleasure than enacting something which you have been planning for months. The tears in her eyes pierced pleasures in my soul, my heart was in full joy, I had never felt such a rush.
Too bad such things only ever occurs in my head,
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