User:SlyRogue

The day of a friend

It was a Monday morning and no one seemed to have a spark of happiness in them. It was the start of a new term of high school. In the first lesson it was normal but at the start of the second lesson I could see that my friend (Liam) was a bit off. He was normally the life of the class but he just sat in the corner.He was also the centre of drama. I asked him what was wrong but he didn't respond.

The rest of the lessons he acted them same, lifeless in a sort of way. I hated unneeded drama so I stayed out the way of it. I knew there was probably drama in his life at the moment. It was the end of the day and I noticed that Liam was walking out. I went to go talk to him but I got cut off when the new kid (who was the school bully and his name was Patrick) went up to him. He suddenly noticed what was happening and the life came back into him. He tried to run but Patrick grabbed his bag. He stopped in his tracks and he noticed that there was no point running. I tried to stop Patrick but the teacher already knew what was going on.

While I was walking home with him, I noticed that he was scared. I asked him again what was wrong and he said 'Now the teacher has shouted at him off he's probably going to be more inflamed'. I asked him what was up and he replied with 'Ever since Patrick came to this school he has been bullying me. Every day it gets worse'. He was picking up speed and his house was just round the corner. I stayed silent and said goodbye at the last moment. He said a little goodbye too. I couldn't get to sleep last night because I was thinking about Liam too much and what to do.

Every day was pretty much the same all week until Saturday. Me and Liam was running around playing football and messing around until Patrick came. He and his friends came around the corner and Liam didn't react well. He was wearing a coat at the time because it was winter but he started to unzip it more each time Patrick took a step closer. I noticed a bit of metal shining through the little unzipped part of his coat. When Patrick and his friends came about 1 metre up to him he quickly zipped back up his coat. He was trying to hide something. Patrick and his friends were pushing his around and throwing him on the floor. He soon got more infuriated than he has ever been.

He unzipped his coat while he had a chance and whipped out a desert eagle. He shot Patrick through the leg. I could see that he hasn't got any practice but still wounded him badly. He shot one more bullet that finished Patrick off. All this time I stood there paralysed in shock. His friends ran as fast as they could away from him. Liam soon realised what he had just done and ran far away. He went missing for a week and hasn't been seen since. He still has ammo in his desert eagle though so he sneaks into peoples houses at night. He steals their food and clothes and if anyone wakes up, they will soon be put back to sleep.

Notes - I tried to make this like the main character wasn't the person in all the action. Don't hate this is my first creepypasta Sorry it was so long