I saw her fall to the ground.
"ISY!" I screamed with tears forming in my eyes.
After she fell Brett let go of me and threw me to the ground and then they ran away. I was to sad to chase them so instead I ran up to Isy and wrapped her up n my arms.
"Oh my god!" I screamed with tears pouring out of my eyes.
My best friend was dead, well at least not yet.
"Isy,Isy!" I screamed.
"Yeah?" She whispered in a quiet voice.
"I'm so sorry!" I screamed still crying.
"I should have never let them do this to you!"
"It's ok." She whispered.
"Please don't leave me, I don't want to let you go." I said with the tears continuing to flow out of my eyes.
"I wish I could stay here but I can't." She whispered to me.
"But I love you, you're my sister, you've been here for me from the start and no your about to die and there's nothing I can do!" I yelled a little bit quieter.
"It's not your fault." She whispered even quieter.
I knew her time was just about to end and that I would be alone for the rest of my time.
"How am I supposed to live without my best friend?" I asked her.
"You won't be without me, because I'll always be in your heart." She whispered putting her hand on my heart.
"I love you." I whispered.
"I love you more." She whispered back.
"I love you most." I finally said.
Then she smiled, and I'll never forget that beautiful smile that she had. I pulled her into a big hug
and then with her smile still on her beautiful face I saw the light die from her beautiful brown eyes.
My sister was gone, u couldn't believe it. We've been best friends since we were 6 and now I don't
have her anymore, I'll never see her always happy face, her beautiful smile, and I'll never be
around her warm and caring personality. I just couldn't believe it, I wanted to be there when my
best friend died, but I didn't want her to die like this. Not right now. She's to young, to kind, to caring, and to innocent.
We had so many plans for when we were older. We were gonna travel the world together, be bridesmaids at each other's weddings and be best friends forever, now she won't even live to see tomorrow. I never wanted to admit it, every time I thought about it it burned a hole in my heart and made my tears come out of my eyes even faster, that's when I realized I couldn't stop balling. I didn't want to accept the fact and I knew I never would, but I hade to.
My best friend was dead.
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