The Lunatic
Yup it's true, he's dead and it's all my fault , my best friend, Ian, is dead, no one trusts me and I'm friends with a lunatic, well not anymore. This is the story of where I am and how I got here.
First my name is Isaac, I've been friends with Ian for 8½ years and I lost him to a raving lunatic. When I was in grade 1 I met Ian. We were best friends. In grade 9 I met Jason. He seemed like an ok guy but Ian had a funny feeling about him. I told him that he was nuts and that Jason was a normal guy like him and I. We started hanging out together, but I found that more and more, I started ditching Ian. I made up excuses to hang out with Jason and his friends. They were the ones who showed me what it's like to be drunk and high. During this time Ian and I grew apart, but I didn't care, I lost one friend but made 5 new friends. But they weren't as good as friends as Ian, they didn't listen to what I had to say and they didn't care about what I had to say, but I didn't care because I was popular for once.
Now Ian was what "my group" called a "loner". But deep down I knew he wasn't and I didn't mean what I said, but how could I tell him this? We were an inch from being enemies and I already know what he'd say, which didn't make it any better,
"Then why do you hang around with them? You ditched me to go and hang around with them, you brought this upon yourself, it's all your fault. You did mean what you said. I don't see why I was ever your friend." Just the thought of this made me feel sad.
After a few years Ian and I were no longer friends, and now Jason wanted me to help him rob a convenient store, at which Ian worked at. I said, "Sure, why not?" well what I was suppose to do? Say "no"? Are you kidding? I'd get called chicken and get kicked out of the group then where'd I go? I couldn't go to I an anymore so I went along for the ride.
Little did I know that Jason didn't just want to rob the convenient store but kill Ian as well. I didn't know this so how could I have stopped it?
We planned it all out, one of Jason's friends, Eric, would stay behind the door outside, Jason, me and another friend of Jason's, I didn't catch his name, would go up to the three tills and rob them. As we exit there will be a black van waiting for us, with the last two people in it. We all agreed that we wouldn't kill anyone unless we absolutely had to.
We decided to wear black ski masks, black bunnyhugs, jeans and leather gloves. We agreed that the darker our clothes, the better.
Everything went according to plan well, Jason's plan at least........
So that's how he died, Jason killed Ian and I just let it happen, didn't even try to stop him.
The next day I told Jason that I was going to the police, and turning myself in, he wouldn't have to worry, I wouldn't turn them in. They tried to stop me, but failed. I went to the police right away. The police tried to trick me into telling them who helped me, but failed as well, I kept my promise and never rated them out.
Now, thanks to Jason, I have no friends and I'm never going to forgive myself for what happened.
And that's how it happened. You may hear different versions, but this is the truth, the only thing I don't know is why Jason hated Ian so much that he'd actually wanted to kill him. That I'll never know....
Yup it's true, he's dead and it's all my fault , my best friend, Ian, is dead, no one trusts me and I'm friends with a lunatic, well not anymore. This is the story of where I am and how I got here.
First my name is Isaac, I've been friends with Ian for 8½ years and I lost him to a raving lunatic. When I was in grade 1 I met Ian. We were best friends. In grade 9 I met Jason. He seemed like an ok guy but Ian had a funny feeling about him. I told him that he was nuts and that Jason was a normal guy like him and I. We started hanging out together, but I found that more and more, I started ditching Ian. I made up excuses to hang out with Jason and his friends. They were the ones who showed me what it's like to be drunk and high. During this time Ian and I grew apart, but I didn't care, I lost one friend but made 5 new friends. But they weren't as good as friends as Ian, they didn't listen to what I had to say and they didn't care about what I had to say, but I didn't care because I was popular for once.
Now Ian was what "my group" called a "loner". But deep down I knew he wasn't and I didn't mean what I said, but how could I tell him this? We were an inch from being enemies and I already know what he'd say, which didn't make it any better,
"Then why do you hang around with them? You ditched me to go and hang around with them, you brought this upon yourself, it's all your fault. You did mean what you said. I don't see why I was ever your friend." Just the thought of this made me feel sad.
After a few years Ian and I were no longer friends, and now Jason wanted me to help him rob a convenient store, at which Ian worked at. I said, "Sure, why not?" well what I was suppose to do? Say "no"? Are you kidding? I'd get called chicken and get kicked out of the group then where'd I go? I couldn't go to I an anymore so I went along for the ride.
Little did I know that Jason didn't just want to rob the convenient store but kill Ian as well. I didn't know this so how could I have stopped it?
We planned it all out, one of Jason's friends, Eric, would stay behind the door outside, Jason, me and another friend of Jason's, I didn't catch his name, would go up to the three tills and rob them. As we exit there will be a black van waiting for us, with the last two people in it. We all agreed that we wouldn't kill anyone unless we absolutely had to.
We decided to wear black ski masks, black bunnyhugs, jeans and leather gloves. We agreed that the darker our clothes, the better.
Everything went according to plan well, Jason's plan at least........
So that's how he died, Jason killed Ian and I just let it happen, didn't even try to stop him.
The next day I told Jason that I was going to the police, and turning myself in, he wouldn't have to worry, I wouldn't turn them in. They tried to stop me, but failed. I went to the police right away. The police tried to trick me into telling them who helped me, but failed as well, I kept my promise and never rated them out.
Now, thanks to Jason, I have no friends and I'm never going to forgive myself for what happened.
And that's how it happened. You may hear different versions, but this is the truth, the only thing I don't know is why Jason hated Ian so much that he'd actually wanted to kill him. That I'll never know....