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"My Friend Was Killed"

It wasn’t an usual day, we had finished college and were walking home, as we did every day. Walking down the road from college, across to the park and then up onto my estate, it’s usually a peaceful walk – but not today. We were talking about the daily gossip as we always did. Some guy called Spencer has been suspended for the week because he told Mrs Jameson where to shove her textbook. My friend Jamie was in the middle of telling the story when he stepped out into the road opposite the park. I halted at the curb, my dad taught me to be cautious with roads from a young age. Jamie carried on walking, turning his head back as he talked to me.

I looked left and right before decided whether to step out, but saw a car approaching quickly. “Watch out!” I began to shout, but it wasn’t quick enough. It was a jeep that hit him. He didn’t just roll over the windshield like they do in the movies. He pretty much split in two on the bonnet; his legs were dragged onto the wheels and his torso stayed attached to the grill of the car. I don’t know this from the brief flicker of it I saw, but from a coroners report. Road deaths are put to number one priority if there are no murder investigations.

I didn’t get to see Jamie again. I would have run to help him at the scene but the jeep kept on going. The guy pulled into a car park a few hundred meters up the road and ran into the park. I was transfixed with terror on the curb. I knew what had happened but didn’t want to admit it to myself. I called the police and ambulance on my phone and alerted them. They were there within 10 minutes. They donned latex gloves and peeled him off the grill of the car and asked me the same questions again and again.

The car looked like something from a horror movie. I wanted to just wake up, but I couldn’t. There was blood sprayed all up the windscreen, and some yellow colour stuff which an investigator told me was bile from when his stomach popped on impact. The smell was vile, my stomach is empty from vomiting. There were about 20 men there, contained within 50 meters of yellow tape. I’ve given my statement about 11 times already, and have to go to the station tomorrow for a final statement that will go on record.

They’re going to get the guy that took Jamie’s life. They assured me. They have an ID on him from his number plate. He has had 6 months community service for drunken violence, and they think he might have been drunk at the wheel. I hope they get him, and I hope he rots in prison.

RoJ wrote:
> And I know where you got the name "Jamie".
> ;)

I'm guessing it wasn't me and that it's just a coincidence.

Just looking at the title, I knew it was another story.

now ive read more i feel like a right t*t.

a friend of mine was murdered last year (not by accident) and the killers only got three years,dont hold your breath for justice.

Oh. Right then. At first, I didn't realise it was ficticious.

Well described, if a little sickening.

Nice description of someone being killed by a vehicle, at the risk of sounding insensitive....

And I know where you got the name "Jamie".
;)

Icarus wrote:
> Erm Timmargh....

Well, I wasn't sure, but I didn't wanna take the chance.

*slaps himself*

Technically the driver is only at fault for leaving the scene of an accident or hit and run, and possibly speeding.

Ohhhh deeeeearrrrrrr....

And anyway, yeah, another good piece.

At risk of insulting yet more people... this is a story. Fiction. Not real. Good writing but fictitious.