It was terrifying.
The way he looked at me, Murder in his eyes.
What had I done to deserve this?
I had killed Isabella. His one true love. I had destroyed that.
Maybe I do truly deserve this.
The way Ed looked screamed murder and death. He was going to kill me.
He held the gun up higher until it pointed at me.
I tried to get out of this. I tried talking my way out of this.
But I had killed Isabella.
He pulled the trigger.
Red flowed from me. Blood soaked my hands as I placed my hands to stop the flow.
The look of shock filled my face. My bestest friend had betrayed me.
Worse.
The one I love had tried to kill me.
I looked up.
He grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me closer.
A push sent me falling. Falling into the river.
I was left for death.