It only took a split-second. All I could grasp was an unhinging ringing and a hurdling pain permeating through my spine. Through the blurred haze of my eyes all I could make out was Jessie. Just Jessie. He looked sort of panicked and overwhelmed, so with the reluctant regain of my strength I forced myself to sit up.

My eyes trailing farther down now noticing Allen. Although his body seemed flaccid. Red dripped off the dock making a small pool of in the murky water below. Like a glimmer in the sunlight, revealed Jessie’s shaken hand, with a knife. About 4 inches long.

His head cocks in my direction eyes wide and frozen with guilt.

“I-I didn’t mean to! I m-mean I didn’t do it! It just happened!” Over and over he says rambling trying to convince me Of the situation. My head still indistinct, could only stare at Allen. Then Jessie’s stance tightened, and he got hostile.

“You think I did it huh…” his stare pierces me. Having the last few minutes to recuperate myself, I scrambled to my feet.

“What!? No no!” I try to brush it off sarcastically but to no avail he slides his feet in my direction, hand tightly grasping the blade.

“Your gonna turn me in aren’t you Ian?” He inches closer, “make everything think I’m a murderer?” His voice now raised and unstable.

I backup with each step he takes. Glancing behind me I see the empty evening camp ground, no one in sight. I rapidly flash my eyes back in Jessie direction in just enough haste to notice his charging at me. Last minute, he trips on a raised plank, stumbles past me as I dip to the side, and lands on the blade. Throat first. All that could be heard was that horrific gurgling and the sound of the wind through the trees before his body went limp.

I stood, on one side was Allen, my best friend since childhood; on the other was Jessie, our other best friend who came along a little while on. They painted the deck and scowled the air with with putrid scent of blood.

I flinch at the sound of sirens forming in the distance. Looking about, I realize no one would believe anyone in this situation. I had nothing to explain, not in a reasonable sense. I stumbled over and glared at the knife in what used to be Jessie. Feeling the smooth handle blood dripped on my finger tips and I removed the blade. Taking a deep breath, I lay on the dock, staring at the clouds as the sirens relay closer. The flashing of red and blue lights now in view. I close my eyes, lay fate to my neck and…