It all started when the words were spoken. I had just argued with my boyfriend and was burning mad. I turned to a new friend for comfort; little did I know how serious she would take my words. In my anger I said, �Romeo must die!� I was angry I didn�t mean it.
Well I worked it out with Romeo, we were happy again. I had forgotten about my discussion with my new friend. Then one day Romeo and I were walking down the street and a street fighter ran up and hit Romeo in the back of the head with a bat. We filed a report, but thought it was a random attack.
A few weeks later I ran into my new friend again. She said, �I have it taken care of this time.� I had no idea of what she was talking about, so I just looked at her confused. �This time I gave them a monkey wrench and told them to do it during rush hour, that way no one will trace it back to you. You know your faking the make-up and being with him to file the report the last time really makes you look innocent. I�ll have to remember that for future use.�
It slowly sank in to my brain. She had taken me seriously. She had ordered a hit on my Romeo! I had to find him, I had to save him. I screamed at her, �You didn�t! How could you? Stop it now!�
�I can�t, it�s too late. I�m just helping you. Why are you so mad?� she calmly replied.
�I love him. I said that in anger, I don�t want him dead.� I cried.
�Well I guess you should watch what you ask for, because this time you got what you asked for. If you try to rat me out, I will tell them just who asked for him to die in the first place.� She stated flatly.
So, here I am writing it all out after receiving a call about my Romeo�s last day. It had been a mortal combat. One that would go down in history, road rage had caused a riot. Twelve people had died that day. If I kept my mouth shut no one would ever know what really happened, but could I go on with out my Romeo? The choice has been made. I have written it all out and now am bleeding out my life. I will be with my Romeo soo��
