• Today is Friday and just like any other Friday, I am studying engineering, along with my best friend, AlexanderWhite. We have been the best of friends since we were five, sixteen years have passed and still nothing has changed between us. I guess you could say we are closer than brothers.
    I was just about to go to my apartment's kitchen to make myself some coffee when I heard my cell phone ringing on my desk. I walked over and picked it up to check the caller I.D. before I answered. To my surprise it was Alexander. This confused me because what would he want at eleven o'clock at night? If it was this late it must be important. I abandoned my thought of coffee and answered.
    "Hey, Alex. What's up?" I greeted him cheerfully. All I heard on the other end was a rough, struggled breathing. "Alex? What's wrong?" I ask, immediately concerned. "Danny, I - someone..." Alex had begun to say in a small voice that sounded as if he were barely hanging on to his life but then he had completely stopped and the other end went dead. "Someone what? Alex, what's happened?" I find myself shouting into the reciever over and over again even though I never got a reply. I started to think the absolute worst. Maybe he had a heart attack? Maybe his asthma kicked in and he lost consiousness?
    Acting impulsively I put my phone in my pocket and ran out of my apartment and to the parking lot, where my motorcyle was located. I owned a 2001 blood-red Harley. I literally jumped on it and started it. One I got it going to sixty-five miles an hour the beads of sweat that had formed on my forhead no longer existed. The unese in my stomach did not fade or go away the whole ten miles to Alexander's duplex. He had offered to let me stay with him but I had declined becasue it was too quiet a neighboorhood for me because I liked the sounds of the city. But none of that mattered now. What mattered was whether Alex was okay.
    When I got to the duplex all seemed perfectly normal. Alexander's car was in the drive way and all the lights were turned off. I walked over to the gate that opened to the backyard adn the scene that greeted me was completely different from the one out front. There was a broken window that was part of his bedroom and deep pools of mud that were caused by the heavy rains.
    Out of curiousity I walked towards the broken window. It was big enough that a man could fit through it. I decided that the situation was urgent enough that I could go through the boken window. As I climbed through, the broken glass made long gashes on my arms and legs, leaving small blood stains on my clothes. I cringed but decided that Alex was far more important at the moment.
    His bedroom was noramally very neat but it was now a horrible mess. Everything was strewn across the floor and even some of the furniture was overturned. This was not like Alex at all. In fact, it's the exact opposite because Alex is somewhat of a perfectionist.
    There was a strange odor in the room that I could not identity. It smelled almost like metal... yet not metal? I knew it smelled familiar but I just couldn't recognize it in my mind. This frustrated me greatly, especially because he was no where to be seen.
    I began walking around the room and to my horror, I also begain to see pools of red liquid that was the source of the strange odor in the house. So it was blood. Alex's blood? No! That was not a possibility I could even consider. I followed the small pools of thick liquid and found that they got smaller with each step. So whoever's blood this was, begain to clot. That is good. If that was good then why did the horrible feeling in my gut not go away?
    I continue to follow the trail of blood as I shake uncontrolably. The trail goes all the way to the front room and behind the couch. I walk over with trembling hands and a horrible blood rush.
    "Holy ******** s**t!" I sob as I fall to my knees. "Alex!" I cry into my hands. Alex is on the floor, his usually blond hair matted with blood and his skin has no pigment what so ever. I hug him to my chest. "Alex! No, no! Wake up, buddy. Wake up!" I plead hopelessly with corpse of my best friend. And as to be expected there is no response. I hold him and begin to walk back and forth like an autistic person. "God no! Please wake up, Alex. Please..." I don't care about anything anymore, I just want my best friend back.
    I'm still rocking back and forth but now I'm starting to hyperventilate as well. "Alex..." I mumur into his hair. I lay his head on my lap and attempt to clean off his face with my shirt and fix his hair too. If he really is dead then he at least deserves to look proper. I continue sobbing a few tears falling on his oh so pale face.
    I spy something on the floor, under the couch. I go to pick it up. It's a 9 mm pistol. I want to end it and if I can, end it with the same weapon that took Alex's life I point the gun to my head, preparing myself mentally to pull the trigger but just as soon as I am going to, the door swings open and reveils a squad of police men. I hide behind the couch and hold Alex so that he is hidden too. I shiver violently. What are they going to do with me? I am in a crime scene after all and I put my finger prints on the weapon.
    "Get out from behing the couch. Now!" an officer yells. I quiver but oblige and bring Alex with me. "What's your name?" the officer asks but not in a kind comforting tone, in a scary tone that makes me feel as if I've done something wrong. "Danniel Mayson..." I murmur. "Who is this that you killed?" This angered me. "I didn't kill him!", I shout angrily, "I didn't kill anyone... I never have..." I sit on the floor and hold Alex to me tighter than before.
    "Let go of the corpse, Danniel." one of the policemen says. I shake my head, letting more tears fall. "The boy is already dead, let him go." "No! He's my best friend! I won't leave him... I can't." I shout again. Was I going insane? I'm not sure. "Feh. I'll just take you off with force." he policeman says. He grabs me around the middle and heaves me up. I squirm
    and lay my body protectively over Alex.
    "So you killed your best friend, huh? Was it because he was better than you at school? Did you even like him?" the officer sneers. I get up, still sobbing. "I didn't kill him but I know you're still going to take me to jail. The weapon used is under the couch. It will have my finger prints because I was going to kill myself with it. You'll probably also find my DNA on the broken window in the bedroom. By the way the boy's name is Alexander White. You can take me to jail but just let me say good-bye to Alex first. Please, that's all I ask of you." The officer nods. I bend over and hug Alex's cold body and say "I'm going to miss you so much, Alex." I kiss his cheek and set his head calmly on the floor before murmuring "You're my brother... and you'll alway be loved by me as one. You didn't deserve this but fate never asked what we deserved. I'm sorry I wasn't here for you when it happend. You can hate me for all Eternity but I will always love you." I kiss his cheek one final time.
    I am roughly escorted to the back of a police car, with a gun poking my back. I am in the back of the car and just before I was shoved in, handcuffs were place on my wrists. I stae out the window absently and a tear falls down my cheek. Will I ever prove to them that I didn't kill my best friend?