I knew I made a mistake the moment it was over. I dropped my stretched out arm and slowly uncurled my tightened fingers. The gun dropped onto the floor sending off an echo of terror against the bare walls. The room fell quiet but then erupted with screams, cursing and spilling of beer cups. I stared at Madison laying there on the cold floor. Yet it wasn't Madison anymore, just her body. Her eyes were in a dull gaze to nowhere in particular. Her mouth was slightly opened in a scream. The red spot at her chest spread as the blood soaked her blouse. The panic came slowly at first, then in a flood of "Oh my God, oh my God! Maddy!" Tears streamed down my pale cheeks and my lips trembled. I stumbled away from Madison's body and jerked my head away. I couldn't look at her, her body, I couldn't completely embrace the situation. Thoughts slowly sunk into my head and burned my brain cells. I killed my best friend.
I backed away to the nearest wall and sunk to the floor. I numbly raised my hands to my hair and pulled. I felt dizzy, vomit gathered at my throat. I closed my eyes. The image of Madison's dead body lingered at the corners of my mind. I suddenly bent forward and vomited, all my insides squirmed and squeezed. Gasping for air, I sobbed. I killed my best friend.
I knew it was a mistake as soon as someone had proposed the game, a stupid game. It will be fun, they said. It's kind of like truth or dare, they assured. No bullets, they promised. One bullet, one game, one mistake, one tragedy, one murder. Who had placed the bullet in the gun? Who would be so cruel? I choked on the dryness in my throat. Tears stung my puffed eyes and my vision became blurred. I saw fuzzy images of teenagers and college students rushing to leave. The room tilted, the sounds become dull and I feel myself lose conscience. I hoped this was all a nightmare as I drowned into shock of darkness.
