She lets go of my hand and returns to her story.
"I was shaking when i was holding my bat. I didn't just rush in mind you, when shit like that happens you tend to think about it. Try to understand what was happening. Also couple that with trying to take in the fact that you're best friend was dead."
She peers over her shoulder to check the door way. She looks unsteady as she picks up her bat.
"I just swung." She whispers as she motions the swing.
"One after another I just kept swinging down into her face, I knew I had to, the last thing i could do was let her suffer like that."
I try to comfort her by exclaiming "Oh yeah i understand."
She shoots me a confused look.
"You understand? Do you really understand all this?"
I'm put a little off guard and reply with "You know that's not what I meant."
She looks solemn again.
"Sorry it's just, Fuck man I still can't believe i killed her like that. That's not even the worse part though believe me."
She lets out another breath and puts the bat down, I try to say something comforting but nothing comes out except hot air.
"You know ever since this morning I've killed like twenty of those fuckers? After I killed Allyson something snapped in me. I was just so sad and numb that I just stood there staring at her for like ten minutes. I remember crying a lot and I don't know, I thought about burying her you know? She was my only best friend I've ever had."
I look at her puzzled, "you've never had a best-friend?!"
She smacks my cheek, "what kind of question is that? I'm fucking telling you that i killed my best friend and you worry about me never having a bestfriend?"
I feel stupid, and raise my hands up, "whoah whoah okay sorry seriously, it's just, you're too cute to not have a best-friend before."
She raises her head up and looks at me embarrassed, she has a hint of flattery within her face. I continue to smile and say, "Alright I didn't mean to be an asshole about this, I guess it's just my way of making sense of all this."
She holds her hand out, "yeah.. mine too."
