How I died!

What kind of person are you? Are you one of those people who gets mad and the next day are over it? Or are you one of those people that gets mad and doesn't let it go for like 2 years?
Sadly for me, my best friend was one of those people. There once was a boy called Juan, yes that is me, I had a best friend called Brandon.

On October the 17th, two years before I died, on an ordinary day, which didn't end so ordinary as you will find out. I took one step out the door and the sun was so blinding I couldn't see a thing. 10 minutes later, I was at the local park with Brandon and I started to feel my internal volcano bubbling and erupting. This was the day he stopped talking to me for two years. For all that time, it felt like I was a prisoner in my own body. It was like every room was closing in on me. Imagine living with that torture for two year until you give up and surrender to death.

Don't worry - I didn't kill myself or anything...Lucky for me it didn't end that way...but the turn of events were still pretty horrific you might say. Brandon was on his way to school and I saw him, a van was speeding out of control. It was going to hit him. I pushed him with all my strength...but that meant that I was the one who got hit.

Now I am waiting in heaven for him to arrive so we can undo our wrongs and be friends again.