Death

I look to the left... I slowly take a deep breath in
I am prepared for the Nobel war and I am going to fight but suddenly... My best friend is on the enemy's side she does not even notice me, I slowly let out a deep breathe maybe even my last I slowly bring my gun up to my chest. I put my hand on the trigger and a tear drops down my pale face with rose red cheeks. A drop of sweat rolls down my forehead as I pull the trigger it doesn't shoot but I see my best friend pull the trigger her gun worked and she is shifting at me. Why?.. I thought she was my best friend as I slowly inhale for the last gasp of air I feel pain in my chest it burns so badly as I look at my best friend she shows no pain of tears I cry gasping for my last few breaths.

~the ones you trust hurt you the most