Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24859608-20140617173641

It's Friday, and I was packed and ready to spend the night at a friends house. It was late when I got there so they told us to go to sleep. We walked upstairs into his bedroom, so tired that I think I fell asleep before I even got to the air mattress.



I wake up, notice it's still dark, I had to use the bathroom. I turn on the lights so I can make my way to the mattress this time. It wakes my friend up.

 “What are you doing?” he said, seeming very suspicious, like I had killed someone.

“Going to the bathroom.” I told him, and started to walk out of the room.



“No you're not” somehow, he quickly got out of bed and tackled me to the ground. I push him off of me, kicked him in the face, then said “What's your problem dude.” and ran to the bathroom. Quickly locking the door.

 After I'm done, I see he is in his bed. Didn't think much of it, till I saw these nasty marks on his bruise and face. I thought he may have hit something on the back of his head when I kicked him. I checked his pulse, but nothing.



I run down to tell the parents, they quickly call 9-1-1. I'm a murderer I was thinking. He was dead, but even worse, the autopsy showed that someone stabbed him not once, but multiple times in the head. All I did was kick him.



  