Death Day {Unedited}

Nooo!!!!!!!!

Summer's POV (point of view)

What was Meg doing? She was going to get herself killed! Throwing knives! Today was her freaking Death Day! She was gonna get herself freaking killed!

I couldn't let this happen.

I jumped up and was about to push Meg out of the way when a scene happened that took my heart and cut it up into tiny bits.

A knife buried itself in Meg's chest.

NOOOOOOOOOO!

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!

JUST NO!

I started screaming at the top of my lungs. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

I watched in horror as her eyes glazed over and she stumbled.

Then she fell to the ground.

Fury covered me like a familiar blanket. I was going to kill Bob.

And like it.

I picked up a knife and slowly stalked towards him. He looked scared. Ha. Good.

Bob said,“I-I didn't mean for anyone to get hurt."

I said nothing. I just continued walking towards him. He was gonna die.

Painfully.

I rushed up to him and saw his Death Day: today. I smirked. Perfect.

I said to him in a low, quiet voice,"I'm going to enjoy this."

He trembled.

Then I plunged the dagger in his chest.

He screamed and fell to the floor, dead.

Ha.

I smirked.

Then I snapped out of it. Where was Meg again? Oh no. I saw her on the bench. With blood in a large puddle below her. I cursed.

Gosh Danggit, Meg! Why did she have to get herself killed?!

I picked her up as tears unwillingly slipped from my eyes. By crying, I was admitting defeat, by giving up the hope that she would be fine. I carried her to the hospital, running as fast as I could.

I watched as the doctors tried to save her. To be honest, they didn't try very hard. They knew it was a lost cause.

Feeling so hollow on the inside that you could fill me up with air and I'd float away, I waited in the waiting room for the obvious news.

With no Meg, I'd never have another friend. I'd never hear her laugh, or see her smile. Everything that was Meg would be gone.

I talked to the receptionist and told her I'd be back in an hour. I left the building and got in my car that my dad dropped off for me. I drove to a Death Day store. They sold things in every type of color that would let you remember who died, by showing an image of the person's face and replaying good moments when you tapped it. I got one in black and purple to remember Meg, that I had preordered. I chose a ring and a necklace to have Meg's face and other stuff on it. As I went to the checkout isle, the clerk asked me a question. “Meg?"

"Yeah..."

"That's sad."

I nodded.

"I'm sorry for your loss."

The familiar blanket, fury, went around me once again.

"You're sorry?! My best friend died , and you're sorry?! You have no clue what I'm going through! DON'T PRETEND LIKE YOU KNOW ME OR MY LIFE!!!"

I stormed out of the store, with the goods.

I looked at my watch, and saw it had been about an hour. Sighing, I headed to the hospital.

As I walked in, a nurse was about to say something, but I interrupted her. “Yeah, I know. Don't say it. Just- just don't say it." I walked past her into the hospital room. And screamed at the top of my lungs.