The Secret

It was my best friends deepest darkest secret and it would be a hard one to keep.i met this kid in 2ND grade lets call him hector i knew him for awhile he was a strange kid he said he came from Cuba i said cool man where do you live maybe we can hang out sometime he said that good to hear thanks.no problem we started talking playing almost everyday together we shared lots of things together toys,food,clothes.when he was sick i would go and see if he was ok if he needed anything and he said yeah a new body we laughed because he was trying to say he needed to get better he did it was nothing serious but we still took care of him as if he was dying we were together till the 6Th grade then i moved to the north side where Ive been living ever since.Before i had left though i had left with a sad heart for i was the one or rather i feel responsible for my friends jail sentence you see he killed his brother they thought it was his dad or maybe his other big brother something having to do with gangs and stuff like that i told the police when they questioned me that no he shot him on accident not purposely the police didn't care they said murder Is murder and there is no break for it you break the law you must do the time along with crime you committed don't ever think you ll get a break because the law does not bend for no one and will especially not tolerate killing.so they sent a detention center hes 16 now yeah he was 2 yrs older then me when we met remember he came Cuba there education is different there.I visited him a couple times hes not mad at me for what i did he said he understands why i did it we talk about what we use to do when we were together before they took him in he asks how I am doing I say fine better then you we laugh there eventually going to move him to a jail he has to spend 47 years there imagine that growing old in a place where you either fight or die trying to live through it all I feel bad and sad sometimes knowing hat he has to spend all that time in there without tasting the good life but he says its ok because he never really wanted to live after killing his brother he couldn't live with The fact that he had killed his only brother that he really connected to spent time with and had fun with every time he was with him he was the one brother that helped him through rough times now hes gone forever by my own hands he says i can not live with that no i cant it is just to painful for me...