I always trusted my friend, Jonathan. He was like a brother to me. We always did everything together. We mostly played cops and robber, a tag-like game where you chase the other person until you tag them, then they try to tag you. Laughing and having a great time. We both had a lot of trust in each other, but that would change many years later.

     It was time for kindergarten. I didn’t recognize one face. I had a fearful thought that I wouldn't have any friends, but I just kept it in and tried to act normal. Everybody sat alone during lunch and tried to make friends during recess.
     As I was sitting on the sea-saw, I thought to myself, I need to go talk to someone. No, I'm too shy to. Then you won't have any friends. I don't ca-
     “Hi, I'm Jonathan” a kid said to me pulling out his hand to greet me.
     I just looked at him, studying him. He was a skinny, boy with blue eyes. His hair spiked up with a hint of dark red at the top. He wore dark blue jeans and a neon blue t-shirt with a black jacket on top.
     “Uhh...hi?” I said not knowing what to do, “I'm Sherwin.”
     After about ten seconds of silence, which seemed like half an hour, Jonathan shot me a question. “You wanna play some cops and robbers!?”
     That was my favorite game and it looked like the same for him. “Of course I do!”
     “Then...you're the cop,” he said right before he turned around and started running.
     The whole recess, we played cops and robbers. We kept playing until bell finally rang.
     “That was fun, Jonathan!” I said laughing as I wiped the sweat of my forehead.
     “You can call me Jonny,” he said right before we went into the room.
     I knew this was the beginning of a great friendship. After that, we did everything together. We went to elementary school, middle school, and high school together.

     We went to college together, but it didn't go well. On the third year of college, Jonny was failing so much, that he got kicked out. As a best friend, I didn't want to be in college without him, so I dropped out.
     That night, we talked to our parents, who were really mad at us and didn't want to support us in any way.
     “So what are we gonna do? We don't have any money and we won't get our dream jobs!” Jonny asked me, while I was gazing at the floor, thinking of a plan.
     I looked at Jonny with a smile, “How bout we play cops ‘n’ robbers?”
     He looked at me as if I were crazy, “We're not kindergarteners anymore. We're TWENTY-TWO!”
     “I know, I know, but I mean in real life.”
     “Are you really saying that-”
     “What else are we going to do? We have no money. We won't get our DREAM JOBS, and we won't get anywhere.”
     “I can’t believe this.”
     “So are you gonna stick with me?”
     He took a deep breath and stuck out his hand, “We always stick together.”

     After two months of practicing and studying the bank we were going to rob, we were finally ready.
     “Oh yeah, before we go,” Jonny said as we were stepping out the door, “I got something for us.”
     We went to the garage and right there in front of me was a bike. It was a black and lime green Kawasaki motorcycle.
     “You ready for this?” Jonny asked me.
    
     I got on the bike and started the roaring engine, “Let’s do this!”
     Jonny got on the bike with a disturbed face. I wanted to ask him what was wrong, but I didn't. I thought that it would be kind of weird if I felt caring right before robbing. We stayed quiet the whole ride. Finally, we got to the bank.
     “Are you ready for this?” I asked him.
     “I'm always ready.” he said putting on his mask.
     We walked into the bank holding our black and silver machine guns.
     “Get on the ground and nobody gets hurt!” We yelled, aiming at the citizens.
     Our two months of practice had paid off because we got in and out of there in no time. We went outside the bank to find ourselves trapped by the police.
     I had a quick plan, “You get on the bike while I hold them off. Come to me and we'll leave. Got it?”
     “Yeah.”
     I opened fire at the police while Jonny ran as fast as he could to get to the bike. After starting the roaring engine, he came right in front of me. As I jumped on the bike, we quickly left the location.
     “Let's go on the freeway, it's the fastest way,” I said as I secured the money.
     I looked back to see at least 5 cop cars chasing us. I looked to the front and see cops blocking the road. They blocked the whole road length, except a little gap in the middle.
     “Think we can make it?” Jonny asked.
     I didn't know if we could make it, so I stayed quiet to see what was going to happen next second or two.
     “We made it through!” I told Jonny.
     He responded with an uttered cry. I saw blood on his side. He had been shot. I quickly grabbed the handles to steer the bike. With Jonny hurt in front of me, I had struggled to keep the bike under control, but I managed to get to a safe location where the cops couldn't find us. At this point, Jonny was almost fallen off the bike. What was a black and green bike was now a black, green, and red bike, due to the blood. I gently took Jonny off the bike and laid him on the floor.
     “Just go without me,” Jonny said.
     “No, we always stick together.”
     I stayed with him until the police finally found us. I picked up a gun and turned around. The police saw me and fired. After a split-second, I felt a sharp sting of pain. I had been shot in the chest. Not long after, I fell to the ground and blacked out.

     I don’t know how long I had been unconscious for, when I woke up in a hospital bed. What I saw next was the most shocking thing. Jonny was right in front of me. Alive and well. This time, it wasn’t to stick with me. He was here with the police. I couldn’t believe this. I always told him everything, did everything with him, always stayed with him, knowing I trusted him with every secret I had, while he just came around and decided to backstab me.
     “I’m so sorry, Sherwin.”
     I hated myself so much. To believe that he could be my best friend. I tried to walk out, but the police pushed me back. I stayed there, thinking to myself, What do I have to live for? I lost my best friend. I don’t have any money. I don’t have anything.
     People say friends are the best people ever. I used to believe that, but now, I know that that’s not true.
     I quickly took the gun of one of the guards, aimed it at my head, and with one last look of my betraying friend, I pulled the trigger.