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Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out.
Okay, we were in the car. The car that my parents just bought me. When I hit the tree, she was thrown through the windshield. Oh no, I hope my car isn't badly damaged! No, where are my priorities right now? For goodness sake can someone turn down those sirens?
The tree. The tree that we carved our names into six summers ago, that was the day that she promised to never leave me. The tree that was forever marked by our names was now tainted by blood. Her blood. My best friend's blood because of me. I didn't mean to. I really didn't mean to.
Nobody can know that I killed her. I mean, she wasn't supposed to die. I just wanted to scare her into staying here with me like she had promised. I knew what would happen if I let her move halfway across the country to attend her dream college. She'd never come back to me or she'd just never be the same and I couldn't let that happen. I couldn't let her go.
I don't remember much from the past few days. I was released from the hospital, I was questioned a lot by the police and it doesn't seem like they are done with interrogating me yet. I have not seen or heard from her family, but now I'm here at her funeral to celebrate her life with her loved ones. I'm not welcomed by the majority of the people here and every person I pass looks at me like I'm the grim reaper. As far as anyone knows it was just a simple mistake, but my parents are by my side and nobody can do anything to me with them around. What those people don't realize is she was my everything and more. I just couldn't lose her and nobody would want to lose their best friend.
As we keep walking, I brace myself as we get close to where her body is. My heart drops to my gut, I begin to feel sweat fall down from my forehead like an intense rain, and every inch of my body turns cold. "Nobody told me it was going to be an open casket," I hiss at my parents. She's right there laying down in a pink casket. She doesn't look like herself. This can't be her. I can't breathe I feel like I'm being choked and my mouth begins to dry out. I try to run away from her, but I can't. I feel as if I'm floating towards her because I know I can't be walking or else I'd be going the other way. I want to run away. I don't want to see what I've done!
This isn't what I wanted. Her skin looks fake and her body looks so stiff. Her rosy cheeks are nonexistent. There's no smile. Her beautiful blue eyes will never see the sun. I touch her gently, but she's not warm. "I wanted you to stay with me, but I didn't want you to be like this," I whisper to her. I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and turn around. "I'm ready to go home now." I feel my parents both grab onto me gently leading me out. I stop to take one last look like in the movies, but what I see is not what I'd ever want to see.
There she is. My best friend. She's staring right at me wearing that band t-shirt and ripped jeans like she did our last night together. Her eyes look unforgiving. She only ever looked at me like that if I did something wrong and I know I did, but she's dead and shouldn't be here. "I promised to never leave, right? You stole my life from me and now I will do the same." Her voice booms through the church. I look around, but nobody else seems to notice this. I drop to my knees and sob. For once in my life, I wished she'd just leave.
Now, not only do I have blood on my hands, but I'm being haunted by my dead best friend.