Chapter 1:
It was a cold winters night. Elaria and her best friend Chelsea were walking back to their apartments in the city. Chelsea saw an alley and their apartment blocks on the other side. 'Hey Lari, I see our places on the other side of that street. Lets take a short cut instead of heading round the block.'
'K. Lets go.' They headed round the corner and into the silent alley. A cold breeze blew through the air as the two silently walked down the deserted and decrypt alley.
All of a sudden a figure stepped out from behind a dumpster. The two best friends could not see the mans face, but what was clear was what he was holding. A shining silver gun pointed at the pair. 'Come, here girls, now otherwise I will have to use this little thing here.' He said gesturing to the gun in his hand.
The girls looked at each other, and took a step forward. Their shoes made slapping sounds as the came towards the ominous figure. 'Good, now give me your purse and we can all walk away from this.' He held his hand out, but Chel did not move. She stood there clutching her purse tighter than ever to her chest. 'Now, girl I don't have much patience.' He continued gesturing with his hand, but Chelsea still refused to move.
He raised his gun and aimed it at her chest and was pulling the trigger. As he did this Elaria jumped out in front of her friend and yelled, 'NO!' and then the gunshot rang. It was deafening noise. Chelsea stood there stunned, as she watched her best friend fall to the ground. The man had come forward and snatched the purse from her. But she did not care.
She fell to the ground, and cradled the broken form of her best friend, who had her hand clasped tight on something on her neck.
Chelsea's P.O.V
I looked at my best friend in the world and took her hand in mine. 'Come on Lari, stay with me. It's going to be all right. Come on Lar, look at me.' I said as I held her face so that she could look me in the eye.
'Chel, p-ple-ease p-p-prom-mise m-me, nev-ver for-for-get m-me.' Lari rasped her voice fading the longer she talked.
'No, no don't talk like that, its going to be all right. You're going to be Ok. Please just stay with me. HELP! HELP! My friend has been shot please!' I screamed to no one in particular.
'It's O-ok, i-it wa-was w-wor-th-th i-it. F-frie-nds F-for-eve-ever, p-p-in-k-ky p-p-ro-m-mise.' She lifted her hand weakly. I wrapped my pinky around hers and repeated the phrase that we used so much as little children.
She smiled faintly before coughing violently. A small line of blood dribbled from the corner of her mouth. Her breathes seemed to get fainter and fainter every second before they seemed practically non-existent. 'Come on please don't leave me here. Come on stay with me.' With the last of her strength she raised her hand and pointed to one of the friendship necklaces she had given me so long ago. It was a small locket with the word best on it and when you opened it, it was a picture of her and I. I practically never took it off. 'Yeah, I know.' I said in a small voice.
She released her other hand the one that was holding something on her neck, revealing the other locket of the set. It was the exact same with the same picture and everything except hers said friends. She smiled one last time before becoming still in my arms. 'No Lari, Lari! Please come on don't you dare leave me,' I said gently slapping her face. But it was no use she was gone. My best friend ever had just died in my arms. I felt empty inside, like half of my heart had just shattered inside my chest.
I picked her up and walked over to the nearest hospital, crying the whole way. I will honor her promise till the end of my days, I thought. Nothing can ever make me forget her.