Prologue
He wasn't supposed to die.
He was supposed to survive. A stray bullet hit him. Took his life away. He was so young. It was not his fault.
It was all mine. All my fault.
Now I cannot turn back.
My life will never be normal again.
My life flashed before my eyes. I was there when he got killed. He got into some trouble. Some really deep shit. I couldn't save him.
He was being abused and used. He did all of this to save his family, and now he got shot with a gun. He also got beaten. To finish it off they killed him in cold blood.
The blood pouring down scared and nauseated me at the same time.
The same thought kept pinging around my mind repeatedly and that was...
My best friend is dead...
