BLANCK

To save a friend with another's life

I loathed myself since that night, after that gun went off and the blood spilled from his chest and the back of his head as he barreled back onto the pavement. I felt the true coldness of the air that night and the bleak, stiffness of the silence. Night dew canopied the parking lot with a damp eerie feeling that choked me up as I ran to the van and fled the scene. It didn't start off like that ...the circumstances that led up to it however make no difference to my disposition ...after all is said and done...a murder stays a murder ...and I stay guilty but I should still state my case and least inform you of the nature of my bloodstained deed.

CHAPTER ONE

To save a friend with another's life

I crawled out of bed at 8:15, that morning, my sleep was scarce that night , my body kept to rolling and shifting up until 6:00, when my brain was finally overwhelmed with my mental state of paranoia and just went to sleep. Waking up felt equivalent to being hit by a 4-ton truck and my numb legs causing me to crash face first into my computer desk didn't make the situation anymore accommodative. School teachers are eviler than a zombie Hitler with an army of killer robots...in hind sight...that would actually be so awesome. I'd finally be able to shoot as much as I want without being judged by mother, she says that I'm "negatively letting out my anger with unnecessary violence" but I rather a sniper, a pair of headphones and a few targets to calculating algebra any day.

I decided to get a running start to school... only after I realized I left my wallet home half way to the bus stop but my school isn't that far away and I have enough deodorant on to attract a swarm of bees so ill be fine...probably. So, after a full 7-minute jog from the bus stop to the corner store that no one really buys from because it smells like feet and old dog's ass, I got tired and decided that I didn't really care about that Physics test I had been studying for a week in advance more than my very bad athletic prowess. After chomping into my watermelon Poptart, I saw Mrs. Downy, a really nice, funny and scary but eccentric old lady that stays outside in her gallery all day talking to strangers and giving them "hard to understand life lessons" from her porch. She looked after me all the time after the accident when mom had to work, we've been close ever since.

"Good morning, Mr....aren't you a little late to school, child?"

"tough morning...and an even tougher night"

"you having those bad dreams again?"

"yea...I haven't been getting much sleep lately"

A call comes from within

...from Mr. Downy

"HONEY, WHERE'S MY FOOD?"

"IN THE REFRIDERATOR!"

"HONEY ITS NOT IN THE REFRIGERTOR!"

"MAN, YOU DON'T EVER LOOK FOR ANYTHIN WITH YOU BLIND ASS!"

"son, you know you young boys are always up late doing things"

"Uhhhhh...I...don't do that" [ Gross, stop please...]

"even thinking about that pretty young thing you walk with every day"

"uhhhhhhh bye Mrs. Downy"

"see you later shrimpy"

"HAHAHA LOVER BOY"

"SHUT YOUR OLD ASS"

I walked away from the gate laughing, if my grandma was still alive I'd like her to be that funny BUT I would not want her to tease me about masturbating. Why would I want to masturbate to Rouge? She is just my old friend ...nothing else, she just has long, beautiful hair and the way her bangs fall over her eyes when she smiles is just amazing...totally just a friend. Totally. I looked up at the gated entry to hell and decided that I didn't mind missing the last ten minutes of Physics, walking around while ducking corners and walking 'naturally' past deans I made to the back of the school. After turning the corner, I found...