*First POV*
19 December 2019, Thursday
4:45 p.m.
I wonder where Steve is now. He was my bestfriend and my only friend since grade school. I miss him so much. If only he was here, we'd be battling these demons together, one which is like a scene in an anime series.
The last time I saw him was on November 21, the day after all of these things began.
But it wasn't our usual meeting. He was silent and so was I. He couldn't utter a word to me which is so uncommon and neither could I. He won't move an inch and even did I. We were almost on the same state that day, miserable.
But we only got one difference during that time. One difference that doomed my whole world. The difference which is he was there lying helplessly, wounded, eyes popped, pulseless, and dead while I, I was wiping my tears after mourning for the broken plans we had on that day.
We were supposed to go on a trip that time with Keira but what happened is that I went alone. I went alone escorting him to his graveyard.
I just couldn't believe what happened to him and his family. I was frozen back then, weakened by the chilling gusts of wind and pain, and I wanted to shout, scream, and cry at the top of my lungs, but for what? None of them could bring him back.
I still can remember how he looked like when he was killed. That was brutal and it makes me wanna slay all these foreign entities and send them back where they belong.
It hurt and it still hurts.
And it's all my fault.
So I wonder where that idiot is now. Is he in heaven or burning in the flames of punishment? I want to know! I want to know so I will know if I should be a good one in order to enter the gates of heaven or bad guy to join him if he's drowning in the fires of hell.
I want to know.