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VMin Imagine: Murderer

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There are drugs, suicide and mostly pain in this, please read at your own risk!

I'm a murderer.

A cold blooded murderer.

I killed my best friend.

This shouldn't have happened.

He shouldn't have been there.

How could I do this?

How could I kill my best friend?

I'm an awful person.

I told him to not follow me from the start.

But he was just so curious.

Curious to see what was happening in my life for the past 3 weeks.

I knew he wasn't trying to be noisy.

He just wanted to help.

In result, I killed him because of a small mistake.

I didn't mean to.

I really didn't mean to.

Why did he have to be there?

Why did he have to stand in front of me right before I pulled the trigger?

I knew I had to kill that drug lord, I just knew it.

It was the only way I could get out of this alive.

I just wanted to live a free life.

A life with no drugs.

I didn't want to be a druggie anymore.

But he found out.

He found out what I was after following me for a few days.

I couldn't tell him what I was.

But he found out.

He found out and he followed me, right before I would shoot the man that dragged me into this.

And he stood in front of me, begging me to not kill that man.

And I told him to move because the drug lord held a gun as well.

His men were holding guns as well.

I tried to protect him.

This shouldn't have happened.

But it did.

As soon as the police sirens were heard, gunshots were fired.

I fired back too.

But he stood there, with no weapon.

Soon enough he hit the ground.

And I realised.

I killed my best friend.

I'm a murderer.

He shouldn't have tried to follow me from the beginning.

Now he's dead because he followed me.

I let out a scream as I hit the ground next to him.

Next to his dead body.

His blood is in my hands.

I cursed at the men who shot him.

He was innocent, he shouldn't have died like this.

Not like this.

He's too young to die.

The police was approaching, fast.

I had to leave.

I took one last look at my best friend's face and run the opposite way of were the police sirens could be heard.

I turned back around and looked at him again, a pain in my chest.

I run and run until I was out of that zone.

I soon found a dock.

It had a huge staircase.

I climbed and climbed until I was at the top.

I looked down.

This looked scary.

This is how he must have felt when the bullet shot right through him.

I had to do it.

No regrets.

I'm a horrible person that deserves nothing.

I had to.

I had to die.

I jumped.

I'll see you on the other side my friend.

A/N:

HAHA I SEEM TO WRITE SAD SHIT I'M SORRY