His shocking death

"Are you ready, Mike?"

I was outside his house, calling out to him. He popped out of his bedroom window, smiling, his blonde hair blowing in the breeze.

"I'll be out in a second, Terry." He said.

"Girl, can't you be patient for just a minute?"

"How can I? This is the biggest party of the year, and I don't want to miss it because of you." I said.

"Alright, I'm coming down." Mike said.

Mike came out of his house a minute later, wearing a white buttoned shirt, and baggy black pants with a chain on it.

"I think I look pretty good." Mike said, rubbing his hair back.

"Yes, hair nice, let's go...NOW!" I said impatiently as I ran to Mike's blue convertible.

Mike and I got in the convertible, and Mike started driving.

"We have to pick up our friends." Mike said.

"Yes, but it's 5:04, the party starts at 5:15!" I said.

"Oh, so you're assuming that we can go to the party without our friends being there?"

"Well...no." I said.

"Then, it's settled. We're going to pick up our friends." Mike said.

5:20 PM...

"Thanks to you, we're five minutes late!" I complained.

"So, we're five minutes late. it's not the end of the world." Mike said, trying to calm me down.

"I can't wait 'till we get there!" Our friend, Kathy said. She has brown hair, black eyes, and a smile that brights up a room or town!

"And all the food you can eat!" Our other friend, Tim said. Tim has spiky, brown hair, hazel eyes, and if you noticed already, he likes to eat!

"We're almost there." Mike said.

I was trying to hold in my excitement. Then, my excitement turned into sadness when I heard a gunshot...even worse, Mike was shot.

He got shot in the throat.

"GRAB THE WHEEL!" I told Kathy.

Kathy quickly climbed into the front and grabbed the wheel.

Mike was clenching his fist towards his throat.

"I put a hand on Mike's shoulder.

Then, there was another gunshot, and this time, the bullet hit Mike in the head! Mike is now dea! Blood was coming out of his head!

I looked in the bakc of the car to see who shot Mike, but no person in sight.

"Take him to the hospital, Quick!" I said.

Kathy drove Mike to the hospital where he was pronounced dead at midnight.

We also found out that Mike killed himself.

No one shot him...he shot himself.

We didn't notice that Mike was holding the gun while he was driving. We seriously didn't!

I talked to Mike's parents, and they said that he suffered from depression his whole life. He may seem happy on the outside, but on the inside, he's sad and depressed, and I don't blame him. In two weeks, Mike and my friends were going to graduate from High School, and go to college, and Mike never had a girlfriend...never!

Well...I loved him ever since I was 5, and I never got the chance to express my feelings for him.

Now, I think I'm the cause of Mike's death.

That was 12 years ago. At age 30, I'm an old maid. Living alone. Then, one day, it hit me. If I want to see Mike, but there's only one way to do it. Killing myself. I walked into the kitchen, opened the kitchen drawer, and pulled out a 12-inch kitchen knife.

I looked up at the ceiling. Then, I stabbed myself with the knife. I stabbed myself in the stomach, and multiple times in the chest.

Then, I collapsed to the ground. I smiled.

Mark, here I come!

Then, I looked up at the ceiling, until I was swallowed by darkness.