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.
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.