I was the very first person to walk through the thrift store doors. I fell down and felt as if I couldn't even breathe, I made no words. Marcus came running around the corner and he fell down beside me. He asked me what I was crying about and I gestured towards the corner of the main building. It was Karen. She had the phone in her hand. She was lying there still as a rock. I couldn't move, I couldn't speak. Marcus in the other hand was screaming he rushed to Karen he was shaking her and he was crying. He called 911 and he told me to call my mom. I couldn't, I couldn't speak and I couldn't accept that Karen was right there in front of me. Some one took my best friends life, and I intended to find out.
