Breath...breath... that was what I kept telling myself. Not like it was working. I needed help, I needed somewhere to go, but all I was worried about right now was breathing. I had just made the worst decision of my life and now I'm here running. My night started with a drug and alcohol filled frat party just like every Friday night. Walking around in the room tonight though felt weird girls throwing up guys playing retarded beer games it all seemed wrong. I met my friend Dee over by the beer keg and filled up a glass to see if that would make this feeling go away. It didn't. I told her we needed to leave and she was too drunk to care so I loaded her in the car and drove away no particular place to go I just drove. I drove until I reached the park it's where me and Dee first met at when we were five years old. It was a nice family park and it was just what I needed. Dee had sobered up a little by now and got out of the car with me. We walked over to the swings and immediately did exactly what we always did as kids. Hopped on them backwards and swung until we could do a backflip off of them.  Dee had always wanted to wander off in this park and get lost so once we both flipped off we got flashlights from the car and went in search of a perfect place to be lost in. It seemed like we'd only been walking for an hour when we came upon a neighborhood. We turned off our flashlights and walked on the street light lit sidewalks. We came upon a dead end with two figures standing at the end of it we thought nothing of it until we saw the gun. "RUN" that's what I said to Dee and we did. We had just witnessed a murder, we heard and saw everything and all we could do was run. As we were running from the killer who still had his fully operational gun in his hand all I could think was that we're only 18, I saw my life slowly and beautifully flashing before my eyes when BANG...he'd fired...Dee was shot hit right in her spine...BANG... again Dee was hit this time right in her chest. I fell to the ground by her side, as I noticed the killer running. A coward running from his mistakes. Dee said “ I'm not going to make it I can't move and will die here, you have to run and stay safe and always remember the I love you...goodbye.”  and that was it. Her last breath she used to tell me she loved me. The last time I got to speak to my best friend. She was gone and all because of me I laid my jacket over her and just as the cops were pulling in I was gone back to the park I got into my car and drove until I wasn't scared anymore and I didn't have any more gas. I stopped at the gas station and luckily had a couple hundred dollars on me to last me a little while. The station is where I met him. The station was like a base the place where you felt safe the place where you always went as a kid on vacations with your parents and everyone had good memories there. But right now in this moment it wasn't a fun place that sold corn dogs it was a place to escape my last chance to leave. I was meeting Bradley there he was biologically my cousin but since my grandma had adopted him he became my uncle. He was always the one to get me out of trouble, we were only 4 years apart, and since people were coming to get me I felt this was no different. I had just witnessed a murder and the death of my best friend which was another murder...weird things happen when your left in your own mind. You begin to realize the bad in this life. Luckily Bradley was there fast and we were on the road in no time. We drove until we were in Ohio, then Missouri we just kept driving for what seemed like days until we were stopped by the cops it was just a routine check but I was in a panic the cops back home hadn't even seen my face I don't know why I was worried. Little did I know that everyone everywhere had indirectly seen my face when they advertised Dee's death they showed a picture  of us and told about our friendship. This is why the cop pulled us over i was done for i may just as well have turned myself in. But I didn't do anything did I?