Never thought of a weekend like this .
The death of a best friend.
The blood that stained my white shirt.
The blood of my best friend.
The makeup on my face that ran down my face like a black river.
Seeing her lifeless body lying on the ground.
Hearing the police sirens coming down the street.
People running left to right so the police wont know they are there.
Holding her body as she took her last breath of air.
Seeing her eyes roll to the back of her head.
Never being able to see that beautiful smile, hearing that lovely accent, seeing those amazing eyes.
The weekend why such a painful weekend.
November 15, 2013
R.I.P My Beautiful Twin
