THE MIDNIGHT MURDER

While I was sleeping, I woke up from a scary and too real nightmare and without realizing it my eyes were full of tears then, I wiped the tears and went to sleep with my parents. That night I felt very strange and so with this thought I she fell asleep. Then suddenly my mom's phone rang, really at that moment I didn't know what was real yes what was fake but from her face I understood that something bad had happened. As soon as my mom told me what had really happened, I couldn't believe it, I had a panic attack and had many problems that I couldn't separate psychologically. The truth was that my mom told me about the murder of my best friend. At that moment countless emotions were running through my mind and one of them was REVENGE.
A year later...
The kids at school blamed me for killing my best friend but I was psychologically devastated after my best friend left me, I started self-harming, my relationship with my family was going from bad to worse, I was depressed and my grades at school were pretty low . Then, the day came when I made a decision that I want to change my life and get justice for the murder of my best friend . I left home at 17, I changed schools because I was bullied and I decided to look for various clues to find out who it is the killer. Days, weeks, months passed and I still hadn't found a clue. After 3 months I managed to find a clue to find out who is responsible for the death of my best friend. I met my father by chance who I had seen over 2 years and I followed him to see what he is doing. then I heard him talking on the phone about a dead body and various other facts and that's how I understood that my parents were hiding behind all this. I was shocked and I felt a hatred towards them but the sure thing is why did they do this? Why my best friend and not me? But it won't go like that now that I know the truth I will try to find it. I often heard them talk about this subject and did my mother cover it up? Actually my father is a murderer, a monster, the only person I trusted in my family except my best friend. Then, I decided to talk to my mother. I told her and she was shocked that I had learned the truth. At that moment she confided in me that she wanted to divorce him for many years but he was threatening and violently abusing her to the extent that she caused big psychological issue. When she told me all this she started crying and out of fear her ignorance that she told something of my father's secret, because she was afraid he would kill her, so we where we were sitting in the living room she ran to the kitchen very quickly took the knife and stuck it in her chest. I literally went crazy I couldn't believe what was happening at that moment and I quickly left before my "father" came back. A month later, I prepared to take revenge on my father but he told me that day "the killer is not always who you think he is" a week later he killed himself from an overdose of sedatives since that day his words stuck with me and I was trying to think of what he wanted to say to me with them. Finally, after a long time I came to the conclusion that it could have been a member of her family when I started looking but I had come to the conclusion that the killer is probably someone who knew both me and my best friend. That night, I didn't sleep at all I was trying to think about who did it and I probably came to the conclusion that it is a person quite close to me who would have planned something like this in advance so that I would not understand it. At that moment a thought came to my mind, it could be the ex-boy best friend that my best friend had a few months ago, they were really good friends and got along very well as besties but, I remember her telling me "yesterday he told me that he doesn't want us to be friends anymore but something more, which I didn't want because I've been close to him since I was little and I believe that this will ruin the friendly relationship we had between us" and I asked her "and what did you say to him, since you didn't want to ?"And he replied that "I met him today and told him that it's better to break up our friendship and then he left crying and the next day he didn't even talk to me"....so...he might be the suspect because he might have anger inside and that's why he did these acts and besides, I haven't seen him again since then. So I went to find him and kill him like he had done to my best friend .her ex-boy best friend he's who maybe is killer. Then I take my gun and pointed at him to the point where he confessed to me alone that he is responsible for my best friend's murder and then I had no choice but to pull the trigger but at that time something stopped me and the words came to my mind of my father, then I probably realized that even if I killed him, my bestie wouldn't come back whenever I decided to let him live. A week later... I didn't know what to do in the end and I decided to make him suffer the consequences of his actions. So I went to find his house and waited until he came back. When I went in, after breaking the lock, I saw a house messed up, with a lot of dust, full of stuff anywhere and I looked EVERYWHERE to find some leads or maybe even some clues. Then in a drawer I found a small knife that had a little blood on it, I went to grab it to take it with me, but at that moment he came in and took it and left. The next day, I waited until I finally decided to go and kill him. It was 1 a.m at midnight and I found his car parked outside a bank, and I decided to go in to look for them. I finally found him there and I saw him trying to steal money from the bank where as soon as he saw me he had a weird look on his face but he just looked left and right to see if the cameras were working but I had already predicted that he was going to turned off them that's how I bent them, that expression disappeared from his face and his expression froze and appeared a face of fear and angle but deep down I'm sure he wasn't afraid at all of what would happen even though he knew he was going to die. Then I took out my gun and pointed at him and pulled the trigger, then I hit him in the neck where I knew that if you shoot someone at that point he loses a lot of blood and in the end he probably won't live. And at that moment I left and out of the corner of my eye he I saw him fall down and call for help as he was almost dying. i took the money he had already stolen and left to another country so that i could justify my revenge in honor of my  best friend. my person, who is important to me and in general in my life. Now I also feel that my best friend supports me for everything in my decisions and she is definitely always here for me as I am and I am sure that she is really very proud of me and my life now.