Choice Writing Piece

As I stared at him in front of me, I felt his suffering. I could tell he did want to cry by his watery eyes. I wanted to cry to, just seeing him so perfectly still, so calm yet sad.

I knelt down beside him, and finally the tears came down, rolling down my cheeks and landed right on his pale forehead.

"I didn't want this for you. I just wanted you to have a good time." I ran my fingers in his black hair. "No! I didn't want this, none of this to happen. I didn't want you to die, what have I done. Its my fault I brought you here, everything is my fault. No" I screamed, closed my eyes and replayed the tragic scene over and over in my head, I couldn't embrace the fact that he's dead.

"Dave, your gonna have fun. I just know it. I mean its just going to be us, and I think some friends from school" I smiled, and kissed Dave's pink cheek.

"If you say so" Dave said opening the big gray, metal door.

I froze when I saw a friend from school, Mike pointing a black pistol at us. "Mike, what the heck are you doing?" Dave yelled.

"Dude, I'm just messing, come look, its just my dads, its new and I wanted to show you," Mike laughed, putting the gun back down.

"Watch this,"Mike shot at the wall and nothing came out, "See, nothing"

"Oh, man you shouldn't mess with that. I'm serious!" I explained.

"Come on, Trisha. Its not like in going to kill someone." Mike laughed aiming the gun around.

"Just put some music on" Dave interrupted, as we sat on the torn, tough, tan leather couch. I was nervous, with Mike holding a gun even though he knows nothing about shooting, but just the thought gave me shivers.

Dave looked at me as Mike pretended to be a cop. I gave him a warming smile and he surprised me with a kiss. His lips were soft, and his cheeks turned bright pink. Then he asked "Whats wrong?"

"Nothing. So are you having fun?" I asked
"Yeah, I guess" He smiled.
"Dudes, i am going to kill ya!" Mike pointed the gun at us bursting in laughter.
"Oh, yeah man. Your gonna kill us," Dave unfortunately played along.
"Okay. I am going to pull the trigger." Mike pointed the gun at Dave.
"Alright then" Dave laughed remembering when Mike shot at the wall "I dare ya!"
"Dave" I said worried.

"Trisha, we are just messing, watch...pull the trigger" Dave yelled and gave me a quick peck on the cheek which made me blush and turn like a red, juicy tomato.

Bam! The gun went off. I screeched, when I saw all the dark, red, blood splattered everywhere. I then saw Dave flopped down onto the cement ground. Mike looked at the gun in his hand, he wanted to wash this away so he cried "What have I done?" he threw the gun to the ground and ran off without another word.

"Dave!" I screamed.

Dave forced himself to look up at me, with watery blue eyes "I-I-I love y-you, Trish. T-T-Thanks for trying." then he closed his eyes, and he was gone.

"He's dead," I gulped my tears "I love you too, Dave"