"I remember it like it was yesterday. I was going out on a date with my boyfriend. His name was Drake, and mine you already know. He picked me up at my house around 5' o clock and we went out to dinner at Apple Bee's. He ordered Ribs and I ordered chicken tenders. At around 7 o'clock we finished our dinner and went out to see a movie. It was a romance movie; the name of it I forgot but that's irrelevant to what I'm telling you about right now. Anyways, after the movie, Drake began to drive me home.
"We were on the highway. Not many cars were around, but Drake was going a little too fast. I tried making conversation with him, but he didn't respond to me. He turned on the radio, and every time I spoke to him he only turned it up louder. He seemed panicky, and it was scaring me. I asked Drake to slow down, but he refused to. Instead, Drake only sped up and went faster. He began getting at speeds over 100 mph. I screamed at him to stop, but he didn't.
"The next parts are hard for me to remember. I don't know how it happened, but I just remember myself waking up in a ditch. I looked around to see the car had smashed into a tree. I began to panic, and I looked for Drake. It was dark, so I couldn't see him. Little did I know he was right next to me. When I saw him, the tears began to pour down my face. There was a hole on the side of his head, and blood was oozing out of it. Along with that, the windshield was shattered, and parts of it pierced his stomach, causing blood to drip off the ends of the glass. That is the last memory I have of how he ever looked. And that is all that I can tell you of what happened.
"Thank you very much ma'am." The police officer said. "Now I just have one more question to ask you."
"Of course officer. What is it?"
"Now, you said Drake had a hole in his head. Medical examiners and doctors say it is matching to the hole in your head. Would you by some chance care to show me the hole on your head?"
I slowly unwrapped the bandages from my head. When I took them off, they revealed a bullet hole. You could see parts of my brain in the hole, the bullet didn't go all the way through. Along with that, blood was slowly dripping out of it and falling down the side of my face. The officer looked at it, and a picture of Drake's head. I knew he would find out and arrest me, but I couldn't let him know the truth or my secret. I would be caught and it would all end badly for me. Before he could figure anything out, I took a revolver out from under my jacket and I shot the officer right in the stomach.
He fell to the ground. He tried getting his walkie-talkie to call for help, but I pushed it away from him. Then, I held his head up to look at me.
"I shot my boyfriend, and I shot myself. Now I've also shot you." The officer pointed a finger at me, but blood began squirting out of his mouth. I took the revolver and pointed it at his head, and then I pulled the trigger. Blood poured in a straight line down the front of his face. He looked up to see the bullet hole, and then his body fell limp to the floor.
I took the revolver and I aimed it at my own head. I pulled the trigger only to have a blank. A smile came across my face. Of course, how can you possibly kill what's already dead?