“He’s,,gone”, and blankly it’s all my fault, let me tell you how. I’m a 16 year old girl named Artimes, and I think I just killed my best friend.Paris and I, have been best friends since kindergarten, and I love him like a brother, but while in our neighborhood we went to Dead Man Creek, and _they_ found us, and took us to the door.

(I don’t know what else to say)

(Writer block 😭)