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+ 4	when i was 5 my friend died

this is well hard for me to tell but i keep readind how ppl get hurt and how it seems so easy for some ppl to write bout death and then i look at wat theyve been through and i just keep thinking if i tell my story would it make me happy or would it make me feel better idk but im gonna try It was a i think a friday win it happened im not so sure becuase i was 5 when it happened thats when i used to think fridays were when i was supposto get frys..... me and my friend were outside drawing on the ground with some chalk and i drew a hopscotch and i was going to ask her if she wanted to play when i tried to stand she pushed me i couldnt figure out why so i got up and i was goin to yell at her until she pushed me again but this time i heard a loud BANG! and she went down with me and the next thing i kno i see red..... just red i couldnt tell wat it was i knew i seen it before but only on cuts i get when i fell down or something and never that much. i was so confused i couldnt tell where it was comeing from and i couldnt figure why she wouldnt get off of me. so i tried to push her off me but she wouldnt move. she was to heavy. the next thing i know is that my mom is running outside screaming and yelling "POR QUE!?" I think she thought the red stuff was coming from me until she pulled her off of me and i couldnt figure out why she was crying she just keeped reapting "Si,si" i just let her hold me then i remembered me thinking where is she? the red stuff is coming out of her... oooooo she going to be in trobble! but now that i think about it i wish i never thought that. then latter the police ariveded and the ambulence and they told me that they were talking her for a ride but i coulndnt go with them only she could because she won the ride i thought she my bestest friend we go everywhere together! but they said no and so did my mom i watched them drive away..... my friend died when she was 5 already knowing what a drive-by was........ thank you for reading just leave me a comment i dont care bout rates just tell me if it really helps to share with ppl you dont know rather than ppl you love and care about cuz to me it seems like everytime that time of the year when she died comes around i want to talk to someone bout i just cant.... i just remeber the last time i tried to talk to my mom she looked like she was being stabed in the heart over and over and i dont ever want to see her like that again i just really need someone to talk to!! and someone to listen to me!!

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