Dying inside.

"Rick, this is for you.."
Alex handed me the charcoal he kept from when we burnt down the old shed in year 7. I reached out and held his cold, shaking hand.
"stay with me alex.." I sobbed as a tear fell down onto his soft, pale skin.
"Rick...end it...please. I cant take this pain..."
I looked into Alex's distant eyes. There was something I had to do, I had to end this pain for him, and for me. Reaching deep into my pocket, I pulled out my penknife and flipped it open. Giving Alex one last hug, it ended.
I cried for hours and hours in the dimly lit alleyway.
My only friend. My blood brother. Gone. Shot. Murdered. He was all that was me. I hugged his lifeless body for one last time. I had to break it to his family. Slowly and softly I picked up his body and placed it in my car. We then drove to Bencham Avenue.
"Thought I told you to stay away from here!" Yelled Alex's father as he opened the door.
"I have something to tell you..." I sobbed to him.
"What? ...Wheres Alex? Oh dear God what have you done..."
"It's not what I did..."
"Just tell me where the hell Alexander is"
I pursed my lips together in an attempt to stop crying. It didn't work. The tears welled up inside and I could'nt hold them back. As I walked to my car Alex's dad followed me. I opened the passenger door and lifted out Alex's cold, dead body.
As I looked up into his father's eyes I could see the pain this had enduced upon him. He took Alex off me quietly, which was unusual, and slowly stumbled to his house in an attenpt to stay standing. I watched him go inside then sat next to my car thinking of all the times me and Alex had together.
Footsteps. I opened my eyes and looked up. Alex's brother was walking towards me. He picked me up by the scruff of my neck and pinned me against my car.
"Stay the hell away from my family. Don't even bother coming to the funeral"
"But I didn't--"
"Just **** off. And by GOD if I ever see you again I will smash that fake look off your emo ****ing face"1

ONE YEAR LATER.2

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[NOT FINISHED HAD TO GO D:]