I literally looked into the eyes of pure evil. Savannah was the epitome of the devil. She was Darth Vader. She was... She was Savannah. Someone so cold. Someone so heartless. Someone who used to be someone I could trust.
Boy was I wrong.
I regret all the times I've cried in her lap because my crush didn't reciprocate the feeling. I regret all the times I complained to her how my parents never gave me enough privacy. I regret the time I secretly pulled some strings just so I could be her Secret Santa. I regret all of our sleepovers, all of our laughs, all of our conversations - everything.
But there's one thing I don't regret, nor will I ever.
Beating the shit out of her.
In one swift moving I slapped her so hard she fell down to the ground with a groan. I didn't care; I kicked her in her gut multiple times, the anger rushing throughout my entire body. I couldn't control myself.
"You think it's perfectly acceptable to take away hundreds of innocent lives?!" I screamed at her. "You think it's okay to manipulated and deceived the ones you love? You're fucking wrong, and let me tell you - you'll never be anything but nothing. You're always going to be a low, bitter person who wants everything and everyone to go her way. Well guess what, Savannah: you can't have everything and everyone!"
Her nose began to bleed as she looked at me emotionless, but with obvious pain. I grabbed her by her hair and pulled her head so our faces were close together.
"I should kill you," I whispered. "But I'm not, because I have too much of a heart."
Unexpectedly, Savannah kneed me in my stomach and flipped us over so now that she was on top of me; a smirk on her face and her gun pointing directly at my head.
"Too bad I don't," she grins.
I wouldn't be surprised if her eyes turned completely black or her perfectly aligned teeth become sharp at this point. That's what's underneath her flawless skin; a violent monster ready to break out whenever it needs to. And here I am, under its power.
It's wonder how I'm still thinking right now, with a loaded gun pressed to my head. Maybe I'm trying to think while I still can. Maybe I'm trying to distract myself so the pain I'll receive won't be as bad. But if I'm going to have a last thought, it's going to be of Michael and how madly I'm in love him. Even when my heart won't beat at all, it'll still beat for him. Even when body movement is impossible, the thought of his bright green eyes staring at me will still make me shiver - in the good way. In the best way. Even when I can't kiss him, I'll still feel the urge to. Even when I can't see him, I can still picture him. How beautiful is. How much of an amazing person he is. How I rather it be me than him. How when the first time I searched 5 Seconds of Summer in my bedroom, I'd never believe that the boy with colored hair would be the love of my life. How I don't want this to be over. How I'm glad that my last words to him were "I love you."
He'll always be my kitten, and I'll always be his princess.
"It's funny," Savannah laughs, breaking my thoughts. "How I started as loving you, to how you're ending as me killing you."
"You're right," I said. "It is funny."
She tilts her head in confusion, not expecting for me to agree with her. "Huh?"
I continued, "It's funny how one little thing I've done as your best friend could turn you into my enemy. You think you have me in the palm of your hands, but you're wrong. Even with my life depending on your bullet, it's still my life. And you're willing to take it away for a small dispute; you're willing to take it away for your own need for power. Killing me won't make me powerful, because I will haunt you till end of your days. So go ahead and kill me, it won't make you any better. It just makes you a coward."
