Joe, Patrick, Andy, and I all sat down in mine, being me and Samantha's old apartment. We really shouldn't be in here, seeing as this is a crime scene, but we wanted to feel Samantha's presence as crazy as that may sound to you. Besides-- This is my apartment. I have the key.
Patrick, being the closest to Samantha, was sobbing uncontrollably. I was too, but I was running out of tears to spill. All the tears I shed weighed down on my heart, causing me to feel hate, revenge, and regret. I wanted to kill Amanda, I hated her guts. I regretted ever going out with that slut in the first place. I wished I was with Samantha all along. I wish I always knew what feelings Sam had for me because I knew I always had feelings for her.
"She was such a great friend. Beautiful. Smart. Talented. Always knew what to do. Could get a little tempermental and moody, but that was just her. Perfect, even with all her flaws and insecurities." Patrick said, sniffling. I nodded, another tear coming down my cheek.
"Yeah," I whispered. "So, so perfect."
I sighed gloomily. She was gone. Really gone. Murdered by the one bitch that Pete tried his heart out to protect her from. I could tell Pete and Patrick were the ones taking it the worst, but it was eating at my heart too. More than anyone could know.
I could almost imagine what Pete said happened that night. Him slunking over to the door, Amanda there. Her goons entering the room, Pete getting held down unwillingly, a pill popped into his mouth. Then with no warning he passes out, Amanda takes out a gun, goes over to Samantha and BAM! Shoots her right through her broken heart. A hole that would never heal.
I squeezed my eyes shut tightly. My heart pounded almost out of my chest. My head was throbbing and it was going numb. Why was that crazy ass bitch so eager to kill Samantha? There are plenty of guys waaaaay better looking than Peter. I think they all fall for his smile... Maybe I should have permantely scarred Pete's face by burning it with a blow torch.
Nah, Samantha would have killed me. She would have thanked me in the end though. God, I miss her, but she's safe now. She's safe. She's in a eutopia where she could draw, listen to music, and made birds shit on Amanda's fucking little slutty face. Motherfuckershitasscuntwhore!
I shook my head, breaking off my immature thoughts that kept building up. I took in a deep breath. I felt Patrick rub my back sympathetically. I gave him a small half smile which he returned. I realized how red his face was and how puffy his eyes were. I sighed, "It'll be okay, man." It would... Maybe not soon, but our broken hearts will mend. Pete's probably more than the rest of ours. He loved Sam with all his heart.
I took in one unsteady, shallow breath after another. Tears streamed down my cheeks and I could only remember all the great times we have had with Samantha. I let out a small chuckle and looked at the guys.
"Remember that one day about a year or two ago and she had faked a fever to get out of school with us but then her mom decided to stay home and help her get better? We called her, told her to make up excuses like, "Could you go and get me some soup at the store?" so she went and we all went for a walk around the block. When we got back to her house her mom was standing there ready to kill her. She was grounded for a few months." I chuckled.
Joe let out a laugh, "Oh yeah and then we were grounded too because her mom called our parents as well. Ah, good times." Then he frowned. We all did.
Pretty much all the memories we had were with her. She was so happy. So full of joy and energy. Loved Pete with all her heart. She wanted the best for him. Of course, Pete wanted just the same. That's why he broke up with her. To save her. Samantha didn't care though. She wanted to love him. She wanted him to love her as well. They belonged together. Even now, even though she's gone, they'll always be one single person. Pete being one half, and Sam being another.
"We miss you, Sam Lamb." Andy whispered.
"We miss you, Sam Lamb." Andy whispered, looking up at the ceiling. I wanted to scream, "I'm over here! Don't cry! Please don't cry!" but that wouldn't help. They couldn't hear me. I was dead. I let out a sigh, as a ghostly transparent tear came down my cheeks.
Just then, Pete's cellphone rang. He looked at it, hesitated for a moment, then answered it.
"Hello?" He asked into the phone, his voice quivering a bit. "Really? Thank you." He paused. "How soon?" Another pause. "Okay, thank you." Pete hung up the phone.
"Amanda, her brother Brian, and the other people involved were running when they found out the police were tracking them. They caught them an hour ago and they're going to be on trial for murder in a week."
I closed my eyes tightly, glad that they found them. Glad that they were going to trial. Glad that they might get what they deserve.
Maybe that's why I'm still here; so I know what'll happen. So I know that I'm going to be avenged.
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