Please don’t leave.

We are sitting in the grass, pointing out the shapes of unique clouds.

“That one looks like your uncle eating pizza!” Kailah exclaimed.

I let out a low belly laugh. We have been best friends for five years now. Today was my seventeeth birthday. I tilt my head towards her and smile. When I first moved here, I felt so alone. Kailah came over and asked me if I wanted to hang out. I was spewing with joy. From then on, we were inseprable. Kailah turned to me and flashed a wide grin. My smile disappeared as soon as it came. Blood was dripping from her mouth, the rustic smell filling the air. A splitting headache pounded into my head. The stunning scenery disappeared and was replaced by glass shards and blood stained ground. The car we had been driving was flipped upsidedown. Kailah hung upsidedown, her blonde hair now matted with fresh blood. I shook her shoulder.

“Kailah?”

There was no response. Tears began flowing down my cheeks.

“Kailah!” I screamed.

The booming sound of sirens filled the air. The last thing I remember is her mangled body being taken out of the car. She was gone. My best friend was gone.