How I died
Staring out off the rooftops of the city watching the boats passing in the port, that was my favorite thing to do before I died.
I was a great student and had a grate life, but when my best friend committed suicide I slowly slipped into the hands of depression.
In search of a way to deal with my depression I started drinking, when I drank I would go to clubs, when I went to clubs I got into situations I rightfully shouldn't be in.
In a short amount of time one of my club friends offered me drugs witch I gladly accepted. I had been in the hospital in and out from alcohol and drug poisoning.
One night I was drunk and stumbled into the ally behind the club I had previously been drinking in. The alley was dark and grimy, something had stirred out of the shadow and being the drunk woman I was I touch nothing of it. But that thing stirring in the shadow happened to be the man that raped and stabbed me to death moments of me leaving the club.
My body wasn't found till the next morning, and when it was found I wasn't identified for another 3 days. But when I was found and identified only one person was there for the news. That person was my best friend that had cared for me even up till the end.
My death caused my best friend to fall into the same depression I was in and he took his life only 2 months later.
This was my influence on life, this was how I reacted to life, and this is how I wasted the best opertunity. MY LIFE.