My mind was spinning in circles. Who was texting as Caroline? Why? Where was she? Was she okay? I had no answers to all of these questions. But nothing was going to be answered by sitting around. And I needed answers. Now.
I told my mom I was heading out, which she wasn't happy about, but I didn't explain the situation. I didn't have time. I got in the car and raced around the city. Looking down streets. Asking people. Searching. Anywhere. Everywhere.
At the park on 5th street, I saw something. It looked like someone, maybe a boy, running. I didn't know what he was running from, until I got closer. On the ground, was Caroline. Laying there, not moving. I ran up to her, calling her name as I ran. When I got up to her, I knelt down and touched her. She was cold and blood was rushing out of her chest. I couldn't bear it. I leaned in close to her and talked to her. Just like we were hanging out.
"Hey." I waited for a response, but got nothing. I prayed for something. Anything. Movement, words, a sound, anything.
Tears began to collect in my eyes. My best friend was dying or dead, right in front of me. And what could I do? Absolutely nothing.
"Don't leave. Please." Now I was really starting to cry, realizing the reality of it all. I was probably around 11:30 now, and I called the police. I reported that my best friend, Caroline, was dead.
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One Day
Teen FictionCaroline and Amanda were best friends through it all. Break ups, betrayals, everything. Everyone knew that they were always there for each other and could never be separated. Until...one day.