Funny thing about having friends is that you will rarely know if they are truly your friends. In my few years of life I have learned that sometimes your so-called friends will let you down. Sometimes you will find out that someone you would consider your friend is simply using you for his or her own benefit somehow. Human beings are, for the most part, social creatures and require the mutual investment of time and effort into friendships with other people. Of course, there is an exception to every observation. To this observation, the exception is I.
I can honestly say that in my sixteen years of life I have only had one true friend. I met her when I was seventeen years old, and to this day I have only loved her more with each passing day. She has always been the only friend I've ever needed.
It's so difficult to see her this way. I'm staring at her, and she is staring back at me, but it isn't like before, it isn't like when we were in love. It really pains me to see her this way. Where the hell did things go wrong. I can't believe that I'm actually sitting here with a pistol on my lap contemplating whether I'm going to shoot her in head or just leave her here to rot. I had to do it. I had no choice. She would've killed me if I hadn't. Her hands are tied in front of her body with zip ties, and she is securely tied with a rope around the railing of the stairs leading out of the basement of our home. Blood is dripping from her eyes as she stares at me grinding her teeth as if savoring the taste of my flesh. She knows she can't get loose so she is calmly waiting for her opportunity to pounce.
I wrap my hand around the pistol grip tightly and I hold it up to the side of her head. I begin to cry uncontrollably.
"I-I love you, Jennifer." She stares up at me still grinding her teeth. All I see in her eyes now is hate and primal instinct when before I could find in her gaze the sweetest love I ever felt. Once again I say, "I will always love you, Jennifer." I squeeze back on the trigger, close my eyes. Fire and a single bullet exit the pistol, and enter her brain. Her body goes limp. Once again I am with no friends. I am all alone.
(Based on this Story Jam)
Fruit from this Jam:
339 by Nemon
Child Design Inc by Nemon
Brendan by Conor O'Sullivan
Pain and Comfort by Aleks
Forever in Love by JuliaTannenbaum
My Wife the Zombie by
Badger Road by ryguy25
False Positive by patrick holloway
Let it Grow by sophierose
Darkest Result of Love by Tim
Love by sausau
Confession by MichaelThompson
The gaze by Ines
Paraselene Love. by Persia-Lili Moharerr
key to life by
Tea by aravio
The crazy friend ship fall out. by
The Desire to Feel by