This post might not make sence unless you’ve read my previous one..
I think i’m glad I didn’t look inside when his best friend was outside the apartment crying. The neighbor did… But something in my head said “don’t look in there, you don’t need to see. You know what happened, don’t be stupid and make the pain worse..”…. I kinds wish I looked…. Just to see how he died rather than just imagining and repeating the horror story his friend told me…… When we were standing outside as the investigatirs were taking the pictures and such, Roberts friend that witnessed his death broke the silence with a simple, yet chilling statement: “I can’t get the sound of the spinning cylander out of my head…”…. I thought “I can’t get the sound of the gunshot out of my head….. You know even going back to school a
Couple days later, the bell made me duck… I know that doesn’t really make sence but I can’t tell you how jumpy I was after… Still am sometimes……
I really miss my old friends… More than I should…. More than they miss me foe sure…. Ones busy with his gf, the other with his kids, and Robert is dead……