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I watched as her breath came out of her mouth, slowly forming in the cold air coming out in cloudy swirls. there was more blood now. I held her arm, putting pressure on the wound. WHERE WAS THE AMBULANCE? If they didnt get here quick I was going to lose my friend. "Dont worry, it will be okay, just stay still, keep breathing, I know it hurts, just a few more minutes I promise" I said trying to keep my voice calm. She was closing her eyes now, her breathing slowing. I had never known anyone who had died before, which is odd considering im 18, but my great grandparents, and grandparents had all died before I was born. I never had to deal with the grief. What if she died tonight? What if I never got to see her again, talk about Paul with her again, tell her secrets about my mom, laugh about the stupid girls at school. I felt my face, it was hot and sticky, I was crying, I wiped my eyes. "Lizzie, please dont die. I cant get through high school alone. I need you. Your my best friend. please dont die" Just then I heard the sirens coming from down the street. As they came closer I kissed Lizzie on the cheek. I watched her, her breath as cloudy swirls. The ambulance was right beside me now. The paramedics getting their gear. Lizzie was really pale now, lips turning blue, I watched her breath, praying it wouldnt stop. Then I saw no more cloudy swirls, no more movement in her chest, no more breathing. A paramedic kneeled beside me and checked Lizzie's pulse "Time of death: 10:37, I'm really sorry about your loss, if you would please stand back while we get her onto the gurney". I stood up and looked around, the street so abandoned, I felt so lost, and confused of what had happened in the past hour. This shouldnt have happened, I shouldnt have gotten involved. I pulled out my cellphone dialed a number and waited for someone to pick up.
"Hello" she said
"Mom" I started to weep, my nose all runny, and my vision blurred "umm, mom, Lizzie, she umm, shes gone mom, shes gone".
"Sweety, whats the matter? What happened? Where did lizzie go? Do you need me to pick you up?" My mom sounded panicked.
"Mom, Lizzie.. she died tonight, a few minutes ago actually" I was onto crying now, streams of tears coming down my face.
Nothing. Not a sound came from the other side of this conversation. I could picture my moms face, blank stare, and mouth open. then a sound.. some sniffling. through sniffles she whispered.
"ill be right there".