Why had I chosen this path,
I had a perfect life, perfect!
My best friend was the most beautiful girl and the girl I was in love with.
My life was seemingly perfect.
Except I couldn't date the girl I was in love with,
she was in love with someone else. Looking at them together broke my heart.
She acted like she didn't know that I was in love with her,
and maybe she didn't,
but to keep myself under control and being a good friend was hard.
I couldn't do it, I couldn't kill her.
But I had too; my life was on the line.
My life was in danger.
Her life had to end, other wise mine would, in a much worse way.
All I would do would drown her;
they would torture me,
stab me,
and make me die a slow and extremely painful death.
Why?
My head asks these questions again and again, over and over.
When they asked me, one part of the brain says yes, one says no.
I needed the money. I didn't need the trouble.
My parents didn't care about me,
Caleb didn't care,
my friends didn't care.
I called them. They didn't help. They wouldn't let me out. I dropped my phone when she hit me. I couldn't go back, I couldn't get it back.
I couldn't go back.
Not now.
Not ever.
She couldn't know. I mean it.
SHE COULD NOT KNOW.
The thought of her knowing made me shiver.