Killing isnt an Accident.

The house was silent.

There was a thunderstorm going outside.

No one was listening

She slammed her glass on the table breaking the awkward silence.

“Tell me again why on earth you did this.” She said angrily.

“It was an accident.” He spoke up quietly.

“You were an accident.” She said glaring at him.

Ouch was all I thought.

All of us were confused about what happened.

“Wait, what’s going on?” I asked

“He killed your best friend.” She said slamming her fist on the table.

I was shocked.

I knew she was killed but I didn’t know he did it.

I looked at him with tears in my eyes.

“Why?” Was all I whispered.

“I didn’t mean to.” He said coming closer to me.

“Stay away from me. Killing someone isn’t an accident. It’s a choice you make.” I screamed at him.

Then I ran outside into the storm.

Little did they know, I wasn’t going to come back alive. 

Author's Note

I wasnt sure what to classify it as. It's a poem and a short story. ^_^