The Death Of My Friend...The Murderer

"You don't always get to chose what happens to you in your life. Sometimes it's good...but sometimes it's horrific."-MCM


Starring in horror at what I was witnessing, I fought against the restraining arms that kept me from rushing to my friend. I’d been screaming for so long that I hardly even noticed that I was anymore. I had to stop her. Every nerve in my body LONGED to stop her. “No!” I shouted, “Don’t do it! You can come back now… we won’t hold it against you. We know why you killed him!” The wind on the bridge whipped around me. Jack’s arms had not loosened one bit since I’d first tried to pull Emilee Back from the edge of the bridge. “Please! Don’t jump…he’s gone now. He can never hurt you again!” Emilee turned to look at me from her position near the railing of the bridge. A tear sat on her cheek, her eyes sad and empty. “I had to…I couldn’t let him hit me anymore…” She whispered. “I know.” I assured her. “WE know.” I looked back at Jack making sure for myself that he did in fact understand. “Emilee, come away from the railing.” Jack spoke for the first time since he’d pulled my away from the knife in Emilee’s hand. The knife that she had used to kill her father.

“I know you care…you’ve always cared and helped me get through it all. The beatings, the shouting, and the pain of when my father was drunk. You were there for me through ALL of the abuse. Again…and again.” When she spoke, more tears came spilling out of her eyes. And as they did, several fell out of mine. “Please…” I whispered. “Please don’t jump. He’s dead! Gone! He’ll never touch you or shout at you for anything again!” She turned to look at me. “It doesn’t matter…I can still feel him. I remember every bruise, every broken bone, and every hit that he gave me. I remember him shouting at me we I walked through the front door and when he threatened me. I remember all of it. And…And I can’t SHUT IT OFF! I can’t make the noise stop!” She climbed up on the railing. I sobbed and threw myself out of Jack’s arms with so much force that it took him off guard. “Come back down.” I said as I ran up to her. “Talk to me! Please stop this!” She looked at my face. “Don’t be sad. I need this. I need to be free of my memories…of their torture. And this is the only way.” She lifted up her face and arms to the sky, as if to fly away. “Emilee…” She looked back at me. “Emilee…please, don’t.” I wiped my tears off my face to get a better look at her. “Please…” I whispered. “Please…” She smiled sadly at me. “I’m sorry Alise.” I screamed and fell in a crumpled heap on the ground as she stepped off the railing gracefully, and plummeted off the bridge.
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