My Friend Was Killed

I lost the closest friend I ever had and probably ever will have. We met in school 7 years ago and instantly became best friends. I loved him like a brother. He was the only person in this world that knew everything about me and never judged me. I could trust him with my secrets even when we would get into little arguments and stop talking for a while. I knew that no matter what, he was my best friend.

He was taken away on the first of May, 2012 by a man who is 19 years older than us. He stabbed him in the chest multiple times. My best friend had just turned 21 a month earlier. He didn't deserve this.. Thankfully the police caught him. There were enough witnesses since it had happened in a park in broad daylight. Now he is awaiting trial.

Now that he's gone I realize how alone I am in this world. I have no one I can talk to when I need it. I used to go to him for advice, to get things off my chest, and when I needed a good laugh. I feel so awful living. I walk outside and feel guilty that he can't enjoy the sun on his face anymore, but it also makes me happy to be alive at the same time. It makes me want to live for him, but it's so hard. We were like 2 peas in a pod. We didn't do much without each other, and knowing I won't expect him to randomly show up at my house anymore kills me.

I need a friend.