Everything was wrong

Three years ago, we experienced mass shooting in high school. Three years ago, my best friend, Sarah, was killed. All residents of the city are familiar with its history: she died, protecting what she believed in. But this is a lie. I was next to her at that ill -fated moment. Immediately after the tragedy, I was scared to confess, and now people are in danger due to my silence. Sarah"s parents decided to publish a book about their daughter, who completely distorted her story. And I had the last chance to tell what really happened. However, I am not the only survivor who has its own truth. And it is not known what will be worse: guilt for the silence or consequences of my words. But I must explain to people that everything was wrong