Stacey

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by OPolk2

by OPolk2

Nobody likes her, so when she died of course not a single soul cared. She was beautiful but nobody has seen that. Everyone was just jealous of the fact that she was smart and teachers loved her. It didn't stop Stacey from being herself but I knew the bullying got to her.

"I heard she slit her wrist...." some girl said behind me in the library. I was trying to get my mind off the whole thing with her killing herself. She was my best friend. She still is my best friend. On November 17, 2003, Stacey decided that she had enough of trying to live this perfect life and she killed herself. What so sick about it is, she made me sit there and watch it. I couldn't move I was in shock and even when I did decided to move to get her help it was like nothing would work. Yeah, I know reader you're probably thinking I could have saved her, but I couldn't she wouldn't let me help her. I remember it as if it was just now happening.

"Jordan, I just can't live anymore!" she cried.

"Please Stace, Don't do this please don't do this! I can't do anything without you. You're my best friend!" I cried and I yelled but it didn't get to her. She looked up at something the whole time I don't know exactly what she was looking at but she was looking at someone because I seen her mouthed, please.

"Let me do it, Jo! I can't take it! They're after m- " The computer went blank but I still heard the gunshots from across the street. I stood there wondering who was after her, was my best friend suicide really a murder?

As I finally called the police a message pop on my computer screen.

It's over, It's done. I'm free.

The police searched my computer and tore my room apart as if I was a part of Stacey's death. The thing about was I didn't even care, I just sat there still in shock. Stacey meant everything to me and she was basically all I had. My mom wasn't really around she always work and when she did come home she had some important date. My sperm donor (my dad) took off and left us because he couldn't handle the pressure. To add the cherry I'm also the only child that my mom gave birth to so just imagine not really having a close bond with someone. But my third-grade year I met Stacey in a summer camp. We both happen to find this same hiding spot that we went to when we didn't want to be around the other kids. Ever since then we just connected. Losing her just made my life worse, it ended my world.

"Jordan, Miss. Jordan...." he sighed. He pulled up a chair up beside me and his light blue eyes looked up at me. His skin was fairly brown and he looks pretty good for his age. I could tell he was an asshole because he carried around this stuck up attitude as if he was top chief. But again, I was still frozen, not in this world, I just couldn't speak even though I tried, I would choke up. "Jordan, do you mind telling me again, what happen?" he asked me for the 7,000th time. Suddenly everything just so happens to come up, I defrosted and I just got angry.

"I tried! Ok? I tried helping and she was hurting and I couldn't stop it....I couldn't move it was like she wouldn't let me...My computer shut off as soon as she pulled the trigger." I panicked. But I was being honest I didn't have to cover up anything. All my frustrations built up and I just begin to destroy what the police already got started on. "Nobody thinks I tried.....I wanted to help her I really wanted to save her." I threw myself down on the chair and cried. Stacey was picked on so badly to the point where she didn't really know how to take it. That when shit got weird. This is not Paranormal Activity at but the computer came on. I don't even know how because it I destroyed it when it was thrown. Then tragedy begins all over again as the video called replayed of her getting shot constantly.

"Well, at least we know this is not a suicide anymore." the officer rushed out my room and tons of policemen and detectives pulled up at Stacey's house. They had to take my laptop for evidence but I still heard her cries in my head. Suddenly my phone rings, it was the ringtone I set up for Stacey only. As I flip my phone up, a message pops up:

She didn't kill me, they did.

-Stacey.

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To be continued...