My throat feels like it's on fire and I can't seem to catch a breath. I feel like my whole world has just crumbled beneath me. Saturday, July 24th, 3:17 am is when she was pronounced dead. Why my best friend decided to drink away her sober thoughts and drive off, I don't know. Now i'm stuck here in this room with a bunch of questions and no answers. I knew she had problems, most people did. I should've stayed. I should've stayed with her and brought her home safe but now it's too late and she's gone.
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this is my first story, don't hate me.
