Death, dead, breathless, deceased, defunct, departed, gone, lifeless, dead, death. I have never have been good with it. I have never been good with death. Never been good with people moving, not liking me, getting in fights with me, not being my friends, watching poverty on TV, seeing very elderly people, never have been good with death. But before, it was never a huge problem. I would always try to avoid things like that, you know – not to go to funerals, closer my eyes when poverty help commercials came on. Pretty simple I was just like a person who was allergic to dogs I would avoid them.

Until the day I was the cause of death. Me Amilla, the person who was the person who was terrified of death had gone and killed some one- my on best friend. It happened so fast, I didn’t  even know what was happening until there was a  pool of warm blood   running under my feet, dripping   from her pale body, slowly oh slowly  trickling from her forehead  slowly running  down her cold cheek , past blue lips down her neck. That moment I felt free flawless, I was having the bets tine if my life e. I was so proud of my self. I was laughing, I was laughing hard. But almost instantly , I could feel the sting do tears flushing down my face , I looked down at my dirty crime committed hands, they were burning – hell was on my hands . Filled with blood, I took my hands and tried to wipe my face, I was mixed with so many emotions I had no idea what was going on. My tears were coming down harder, making it more then impossible for me to see what was going on. I could taste the mix now, the saltyness of the tears and the remorse bitterness of the blood.

I clutched my stomach and threw my self on the floor, in pool of warm blood next to her. I was there for about 15 minutes, crawled up in a ball ,weeping I could feel the blood leaking through my clothes and onto my back and hair. I didn’t want to belive it . This couldn’t be possible . I shut my eyes tight, trying to block everything! Clutchign   to my stomach even harder