The horses' walked up the street and stopped right in front of me. They were pulling a stagecoach, and he stepped out. My friend is still alive. Not dead, but ALIVE! As he came closer, I saw that blood was dripping from him and the light shone on his face. Oh, that horrible face with Xs' all over and blood just dripping down. I screamed.
"Aaaaaahhhh!" I yelled as I woke up in a strange place.
"Maka, you're awake," a voice said triumphantly. I turned around to find my best friend, Soul looking at me.
"Where am I? What happened?" Then, a vile scene came into my mind. It was Black*Star, being killed by an anonymous person or should I say murder.
"When Black*Star got murdered, you went insanely depressed. One day you just blacked out during class and never woke up until now."
"Black*Star's dead?" I asked with a trembling voice.
"Yes, he is. Don't worry about him. All you have to worry about is your body. Oh, here's Black*Star's teddy bear that he wanted to give to you."
I clutched his teddy bear tightly because it was the only thing left of his that I have. I still remember the day he got it. It was as if it happened yesterday.
"Hey, Jessica. Guess what I got at the mall," Vincent said happily. He pulled out a brown, fluffy teddy bear from his bag. I admired.
"Can I have it one day?" I asked.
"Of course, you're my friend." I started crying hard in front of Soul.
"Maka, don't cry." The doctor said that I was liable to get out of the hospital in two or three days. He said to see how well my condition is and he'll release me earlier. I was released two days later. My parents held a welcome back party, and invited all my friends.
May 5. It just gives me the chills if you say that day. It was the day Black*Star and I became friends. This day we called it, "The StarMa Day," and became our tradition.
I brought flowers to his grave and said, "It's our 11th anniversary of our friendship. But you are not here to enjoy it." Looking at his grave brought back that night's memories. Black*Star and I were walking home from a party when we decided to go to the abandoned house on May Street. He was his usual godly self.
"Black*Star, don't go in there. It's creepy."
"Don't worry. You have your god right here." We opened the door and went in. There was a musty odor.
"Who dares go into my house?" said a creepy voice. A shadow appears and the owner of the shadow was seen. He had an immense body and a atrocious smell. It was as if he hadn't taken a shower in years. He had a grouchy look on him and a knife in his hand and he lunged towards me. Black*Star said, "MAKA, MOVE!" and he shoved me to the side and got stabbed. He pushed me into a dark corner. The rusty guy started stabbing him and making Xs'. Then, the police showed up and arrested him. That was the end of it.
Now, all I have to do is just forget and move on. All I know is that Black*Star will forever be in my heart and the first best friend I had in ages.
Rest in peace, Black*Star. I love you.