My Child-hood Best Friend
We were 9 years old and best friends. We met at school and had such a laugh together.
All i remember about the day was walking to school. A few people looked sad and i saw one guy in my class crying. As we all sat down i realized our tutor was also crying. She told us we were having a special assembly in a few minutes.
When we got to the assembly hall, all the tutors were stood at the front. Heads bowed. They told us that last night a terrible accident happened that took the lives of Grace Bond, her younger brother Fraser and her mum and dad.
I couldn't understand. It was so hard to take in. My best friend.... gone?
Later, from newspapers, we found out Grace's dad had killed them all. He suspected her mother of having an affair and in sheer anger, strangled the mother to death. He then went upstairs and smothered Grace and Fraser with a pillow and then finally killed himself by gassing himself out in his car.
What a coward. I hate him for the lives he has taken and the many other lives he has ruined from now on. The only thing that gives me peace is knowing that she didn't have to wake up to a murdered mother and live with the pain of that for the rest of her life. She may not be here with all of us but at least she has her mum and brother. Im glad she's not alone. They're also free from a monster who hopefully has gone to an even worser place than hell.