Scars

3.

So enough information. Here's how it went.

I was walking home from school, it was a regular day. One of my friends, Matthew, was coming over for a project we had to finish. We were laughing and chatting, but I could tell something was off. He wouldn't meet my eyes and he wouldn't smile all the way. Obviously, I chose to ignore it.

We got in the house. Only my sister was home. Our parents were at work and would be back quite late. We walked up to my room and began the project. Still, something seemed wrong. I brushed it off.

"Hey, I'm going to the bathroom. I'll be right back," He said. Every molecule in. my body was telling me to keep a watch on him, but being the idiot I am, I said, "Sure."

A couple of moments later, I heard a bang downstairs. I ran to see what it was and I screamed. My sister was lying there, in a pool of blood, her own blood and there he was, Matthew, standing with a gun. 

"WHAT THE FUCK?" I yelled. "YOU KILLED MY SISTER YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" I ran over to her side but it was hopeless. 
"I'm so sorry bro," He said. I was about to say something, but something hit my head, and everything went black.