However, I veer the pistol away from his head, shooting nothing but the road behind him as I begin to help him up, “Why are you doing this? just end me” he says while coughing blood, “I’ve never really had a friend you see Atticus, my life has always been boring before you came into it, I’m not just gonna kill you, Don’t get me wrong I wanted to. But maybe we could go about this another way” I reply.
I’ve never seen someone so stunned as he was that night, I told him I wanted to be friends but truth be told I just didn’t have the guts to kill him, I couldn’t imagine myself killing a man, I wasn’t powerful enough.
I spend all week next to his bed side tending to his injuries, we couldn’t go to the hospital or they’d ask to many questions.…