[ WP ] Your best friend tells you how they are going to kill somebody . They expect you not to do anything about it .

`` Is there a reason why?'' I ask 
 `` Nothing specific, I've just always had this urge, and I had to tell somebody. I knew I could tell you, you're my best friend right?'' 
 `` Of course I am man. Your secret is safe with me.'' 
 
 Brad left the house and I felt an eagerness to follow him. I had too. He could n't do this by himself, he's lost, he needs me. By the time I got in my car Brad was half way down the road and I followed. It was dark, I knew he could n't see my car, my headlights yes. But there's no way he could tell it was me. 
 
 The longer we drove the more eager I became. My toes begin to wiggle and my fingers begin to tap. Thoughts in my head are running rapid. I ca n't believe I'm following a potential murderer. 
 
 Eventually he parks, I turn off my headlights and sit there, I'm a decent ways away, no way he could see me. Then he goes inside with a box. 
 
 Jesus Christ, I figured he would just put a bullet to his head and be done with it. I begin to walk up to the place he entered, I peek through the window and see a man strapped to a chair with plastic laid all around. He's crying. My teeth are grinding. I ca n't wait anymore. I barge in through the front door and Brad jumps. 
 
 `` What the fuck are you doing here?'' He asks 
 I stare right at him and take the box and open it. I toss him a knife and pick one out for myself. `` We're best friends right?''
