I stared at the my best friend. She was the only person who ever wanted to be my friend, but she was always holding the gun. Dangling it above my head, as if it was a reminder that if she left me I’d have no one. But now the tables had turned. I was a minute away from pulling the trigger. This time it was literal. “How-how could you. I’m your best friend. I supported you when no one else would,” she whined. Doubt was creeping in. Yes, how could I. For what? “She is not who she says she is,” a a deep voice said from behind me. I snapped around. It was my brother. “Huh?” “She only made friends with you, to get to me,” he said. “ I stared at him in disbelief. “What?”

Should I make a part 2??? 🤔 and thx for reading💖