I can't believe he's gone.

My best friend gone.

It hurts just to think about he died because of me. Me! If I had checked on him when Junior had shoved him at me he could of been saved, he could of lived.

But no I let him die and his killer got away.

I'm sat at the grave of my best friend tears running my face. It's only been two weeks since he was murdered. I'd chased after Senor Senior Junior while Ron had laid on the floor bleeding to death and I didn't even get him he'd gotten away and he hasn't been seen since.

I lay a rose on grave.

"I'm sorry Ron I should of been there for and I wasn't I.. I'm so sorry. Your mom and dad sent Rufus to your younger cousins for safe keeping I know you hate other people taking care of him but I'm sure their taking care of him right and I'm going check on him next time I'm in New Jersey. I really miss you Ron." I say to the grave but you can't hear me any more you can't do anything and it's my fault. I couldn't even stop your killer. I remember being so mad at you for not coming to back me up, then there you were on the floor where Junior threw you. Your eyes were blank and blood was pooling out around you. I screamed and called for backup but it was already to late you were dead. You'd died alone in a strange place you must have been so scared. The the doctor who did your autopsy said you'd been alive almost 8 minutes after you were shot it must have been hell.

Mom keeps telling me it wasn't my fault and I know she's right but I still feel so guilty.

It's starting to rain now.

They put a plak in your memory in the school.

I stand up and start back for my ride.

"Goodbye Ron, I'm sorry.."

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