The story of Me & Charlie Radlers

Teenager shouldnt have Guns

"Brookes, shit man we should break into that old shitty ass apartment."
I should have known the second my best friend Aaron told me this that I should have walked away but I was drunk and high and alcohol was all that was left of my self control.
"dude...ya" I murmured.
we walked down the street In a drunken stupor for a while till we saw an apartment with no lights on and kicked in the window.
I was nineteen, I had no idea what I was doing.
I fell threw the basement window and landed hard on my ass. I looked up to see if Aaron was behind me but he just layed in front of the shattered window waiting for me to do something he could tell his friends about later.
With an old blunt in one hand and a half bottle of beer in the other I walked right in there, right in the middle of an almost pitch black room with only a small light illuminating the room and the only sense of reality being the gun pressed to my head.
I can't describe this night all to well because most of it was a blur.
I just remember screaming as loud as I could and then having an old sock being shoved down my throat to mute my terrified and relentless cries.
I remember Aaron ran a few feet away from the building but was almost instantly shot in the head by someone I couldn't see.
I also remember being told
"it was going to be OK" an hour later.
The gun was still to my head but now someone much different held it and all I could make out of that person in this lighting was that it matched the voice, it was a woman, she was at most seventeen and she was shaking.
The gun wobbled and shook against my head uncontrollably.
"please" I whispered, sobering up.
"it's ok" the voice whispered.
The Gun shook more and the voice began crying uncontrollably.
"Do it bitch shoot him or we shoot you!"
This was a different voice a much deeper and crueler voice.
the girl shook her head and began crying more.
"I can't" she pleaded.
"please don't..." I pleaded back.
she dropped the gun and I ran, I jumped up towards the window and the lights turned on. I clawed and heaved upwards trying anything I could to get out. my nails began bleeding and the sound of two bullets made my body cringe and freeze.
I turned back around in fear and saw the girl who had the gun to my head with a bullet in her stomach.
I left that night, I didn't stop to save her, I didn't run back all I did was call the police a half an hour later and by then nobody was in the building.
That was three years ago and all this time I had three things going through my head.
One. Why the fuck didn't I go back?
Two. I miss Aaron
Three. What the hell happened.
I was just getting over what had happened just starting to let myself get over the fact I most likely let an innocent girl die. I was so close to peace, then I met her again.