As soon as I get home I run up to my room and flopped on to the bed and the many tears I had held back started to pour down my cheeks and I curl up in to a ball in my bed. Wish I brother was there to hold me and say that everything would be okay, but he wasn't he was out for work. I keep sobbing then I sit up and go over to a locked drawer and unlock it. In the drawer was a gun. The gun that I had killed my best friend with. The gun that I had kept because I wanted to remember what I did to him. How it was me that killed him. I pick up the gun and look at it, my mind started racing at the sight of it. I take a deep breath and my grip tightened around the gun. I look down in the drawer and I see some pills are still left, I don't hesitate and I pick them up and put them in my mouth. I feel the calming sensation of the pills on my tongue the feeling like there are small pieces of sand paper on your tongue. I feel them for a while then I swallow.
My mind starts to get foggy as they start to hit. And without thinking I pack the gun down in my backpack with some of the pills that were left then I close it.
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Mental mess
Mystery / ThrillerYoung Hannah starts in a new school and meets her new classmate James, but later on he starts wondering what happened in her past life and what was she hiding?
