Three years. Three years ago exactly today was pronounced the death of my girlfriend Hannah. Although it has been years since the 'incident' it felt like the event only happened yesterday. I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling as I re-lived the events that made my world stop.
FlashBack:
I was walking down the street with my girlfriend Hannah's arm linked through mine. We were only in seventh grade, and so it was more like 'hanging out' than it was really dating. I was walking her back home after a walk in the park. When we arrived at her house, I saw a distant figure at the end of the street, a familiar figure. I turned to Hannah.
"Hannah, go into your house, now. And lock the doors."
"Why?" She asked me.
"Daniel" was all I could say. Her face turned pale. Everyone knew the story of Daniel Anderson. How we used to be best friends, since we were little. Him, Chad and me were inseparable. One day, Hannah and I began dating. Later I found out that he had liked Hannah, and was mad at me for asking her out. He attempted suicide, and was taken off to a mental institution. I though I would never see his face again.
"Hannah. GO!" I told her. She kissed me on the cheek, and ran into her house. I could hear the lock 'click' as the figure approached me.
"Bolton, we meet again." He said with a smirk on his face.
"What do you want, Daniel?" I asked, trying to remain calm.
"Payback. You ruined my life, I want to ruin yours."
"What do you mean?"
"You took away Hannah. Took her away from me." He looked furious.
"I didn't know you liked her man. I would have not asked her out if I knew." I defended myself, even though I knew it wouldn't help.
"You don't care! You just want to do everything for yourself. I hate you, and I will never forgive you for what you did to me?" He pulled something out from underneath his blue jacket. I recognised the silver metal. It was a gun. I was afraid now, knowing what Daniel could do to me.
"Daniel, just put the gun down. You don't need to do that."
"Yes I do. It's time your life was taken away from you, like you took mine from me" With those final words, he pulled the trigger. I fell to the ground as I was consumed by darkness.
A week later I woke up in the hospital. I had a severe gunshot wound beneath my heart. He had just narrowly missed. But it was the other news that was worse. Hannah's body had been found in her room. She has been shot as well. The police caught Daniel, and sent him to the place for Juvenile Delinquents, because he was too young to go to prison. Nobody thought that a boy in seventh grade had the guts to shoot someone.