Gun shot.//j.jk

"Eunha was her name."

The night was a blur and a memory that never will be forgotten.Frozen, Ice cold. The loud bang sound, hitting my head like rock. The cold metal bold fell to the ground with the suffer victims blod. I let out a scream so high probably everyone in the neighboorhood heard, but still didn't come to help. It was all in my head. The blood dripped down slowly and coldly making it sound like a raindrop when the sudden red liquid fell to the floor. The screaming rang through my head, it was like it was echoing continues to forever maybe.

Was I ever going to be okay again? Without the sound of my former best friends heart cracking when the the metal bold shotted through her. How was it even possible, how could somebody do this to a person? The sound of her body falling to the floor of a minute. She must have been so cold. Maybe she was freezing and just began thinking that I would have acted faster.

Witch I unfortunately didn't. That all I wish for, to save her. Or less just could be there with her for a minute more, saying officially goodbye. It was like darkness in front of me, I wasn't listening to my teacher Mr. Bing talking about the world war 2 or how calcium was dangerous for sudden reasons. Me & my best friend would always laugh at at the weird surden Last name. It still made me laugh when I My best friend would say Mr. Bing your on bing today. It wasn't even that funny, but that just how we were. I remember the night clearly, I remeber how we were walking home from a restaurant after ceebrating our 12th birthday as best friends.

Everytime I think of her it brings me back the memories sometimes they would be so casual, so simple yet so important.
Moments were we would laugh so much our water would spit out of our mouths laughing at just the thought of it. Maybe even when we were on the little brigde at the beach so called the beach jumping. As we would jump from it hand in hand. Or even when we went for a walk with my dog and our crush would walk by so we would giggle like crazy.
All those memories made my heart crack.  Its only been a week and I still feel like shit.

Her perfectly body formed before me, I would lie if I told you she was the prettiest girl in school. My brother who was gay even liked her. That's why I always felt so lucky. She wanted me as her friend. Me? trying living a life without parents because they've always busy. Living in the red house down Amber street with her brother who always had a new boy home every day giving him a blowjob and then leaving after about half and hour later.

That's why I never really understood, even when we were at my place making the stupid math homework it never really seemed to bother her that my brother was moaning on the other side of the old brigde planks wall. Though, It didn't really help the situation that they never locked the door. Still I loved my brother more then anything not only because he was my only family member who had time and aggravation especially because he is my best friend after all. If not she was.

Eunha was her name. Eunha was of course a rich girl, was else would you except its like all those shitty stories written by millions of diffrent writers with diffrent stories to tell. Except this one had a twist of weirdo just because it's me who wrote it..
That 's kinda fun I'm writing this in history class. My teacher possibly thinks I'm writing notes. But nope I'm sitting here writing about my shitty ass life. Hoping that soon somebody will come and save me. Stuck In the wrong place..

Jennie Whitby.

Hey guys!!
This is my first book
On this acc
so I'm pretty excited
Also what do you think
About my writing?
Btw my name is not Evie Whitby
Some people thought that hehe.
Have a good day.
I love you!
~Evie