Solitude. Darkness. Grief. Its what can be expected when your friend, your best friend passes away… no, no, no, when your best friend gets murdered. Holly Moylan was sat on her bed, letting overwhelming grief surround her. She sat staring at the wall blankly, her parents, Michelle and Jackson, had long stopped trying to bring Holly out this comatose state. In fact it was nearly 1 am when Holly moved. Her Skype had been going off consistently for the last hour, until just then, when the ringing had suddenly stopped. For the first time since Stacy had been mur… since it had happened Holly felt an emotion that was not grief or sadness as she curiosity get the better of her.

She stood moving fluidly, with purpose as she made her way from her bed to her desk. She sighed softly when she saw the people in the call. The call was comprised of people who had all know Stacy well, some people were younger than her some had recently graduated. They had all lost someone important to them because of the events from earlier today.

-=-=- Earlier that day, Sitting room. -=-=-

Holly Moylan was in the front room of her house, her best friend Stacy would be here soon; Holly had prepared everything for her friend's arrival in advance. Several textbooks and notebooks, as well as a bowl of popcorn were in the study room. Precisely ten minuted later the doorbell rang and holly quickly moved to the to open the door. Her grin quickly slid of her face when there was police officer standing there. "Miss Moylan?" he asked, Holly nodded and waited for him to continue, "I'm sorry to notify you that earlier today Miss Stacy James was killed in drive-by, my condolences." Holly just nodded as she closed the door before running to her room. She shut the door and slid down the wall as she shut down completely.

-=-=- Present time, Holly's Bedroom. -=-=-

The memory of what happened played through in Holly's head, whenever it finished, it would go back to the beginning and start again. Holly gently bit the inside of her cheek as she looked back at her Skype. They had all lost someone important today; the pain from losing Stacy would forever be with them. The least they can do in this situation was to morn and heal together. Holly quickly joined the conversation; it was time to start healing.

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This is a little something that i wrote for my creative writing class. Reviews would be appreciated so I can get a general idea of how people feel about this story.