Something went terribly wrong. I don't know why, but it did.
My best friend Jay and I were in the school gym, playing a game of kickball with the whole class. Jay was up to kick.
She was an excellent kicker, being the star player on her soccer team and all. Everyone on our team cheered her on as she kicked. Bases loaded, she kicked a home run and sent everyone running the bases. She smiled and started running towards 1st base, where Andy Johann was standing. She accidentally crashed into him and stopped abruptly. Andy swiftly stepped to the side, hands behind his back, and turned his attention to the game. Everyone was busy watching the game. No one saw this but me.
Jay turned around slowly and walked to the doors. She had the hands clutching her stomach. She was limping a little and stopping every now and then. I watched closely. Something was wrong.
I started walking to her and I notice that her black shirt was damp and something was dripping from her hands. Blood.
I yelled her name as loud as I could and took off running to her. My shout caught everyone's attention and it immediately got quieter.
As I reached Jay, she started to fall and I caught her in my arms. I softly laid her on the floor and moved her hands. A large open wound stood in its place. I gasped and gave out a little cry. She was bleeding out and it looked serious.
I was pushed outta the way by the teacher, who had a towel. He covered her stomach with the towel and pressed on it. Jay gave out a little whimper and I flinched. He asked what happened and who did this. Jay opened her mouth but didn't say anything. Instead, she turned her head towards Andy. I looked up and saw Andy smirking.
"Hey!" The teacher yelled and spooked Andy. He jumped, dropped something and ran.
"Stop him!"
Two guys on the football team and a guy on the basketball team tackled him to the floor and pinned him. The rest of the class backed out of the gym. I was starting to get scared.
I looked down at my hands and they re covered in blood. Jay's blood. I stood up, still holding up my hands, and ran to the classroom next door. I burst through the door and held my bloody hands high to the teacher.
"Help. Call the ambulance and police." I said in a shaky voice. The class was dead silent and no one moved. I had to motivate them.
"NOW!" The teacher jumped up and started dialing while some students screeched. I looked to my left and saw Jay's boyfriend, Mason. I grabbed his arm and dragged him to the gym. He tried pulling away but I held tight.
When we got there, I dropped his arm.
"What the hell are you doing??!" I pointed to the front and he gasped at what we saw.
In the middle of the gym was the two football players, the basketball player and the teacher, tangled in a pile. I saw blood, but everyone was moving. To the left was Jay, up against the wall. Andy was walking away from her gun in hand. He turned to face her and saw us. I motioned us closer and we obeyed.
As we were getting closer, Jay whispered something and Andy replied, "Bitches deserve to die."
When we got only feet away from them, he cocked the gun and aimed at her head. Mason yelled then tackled Andy to the ground.
At that moment, an officer rushed in and pulled mason off of Andy. Thinking Mason was the bad guy, the officer started to cuff him.
"No! Him! Arrest him!!!" I yelled, pointing at Andy. It was then I noticed that Andy was crawling to Jay who was slouched on the floor. He pulled a bloody knife out of his back pocket and threw it at her. It landed in her chest, inches above her stomach wound.
The officer let go of Mason, ran over to Andy, and tasered him.
Matt and I ran to Jay as she yanked the knife out and dropped it to the floor. We held he hands and waited for the ambulance to take her away to the hospital.
That was yesterday. Today, the students and staff were informed that Jay had died, late last night. We are devastated. So many tears have been shed. Next week, a memorial service will be held for her. It was then that I realized something. I realized...I loved her. And I still do.

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The Game
Historia CortaThe realization that you love someone, is so much harder when that person is gone.