It was such a nice day, before it happened. We were enjoying our date, we had just finished eating at Starbucks and we were making our way back to my house. My parents were out of town and said that Marty could come round. When my mother said bye, she also told me, "Don't do anything to crazy Jennifer" and winked at me, my father said the same. They were gone for the whole first week of the summer holidays, I couldn't believe my luck, home alone with Marty. If only we hadn't daudled, maybe we would have missed that madman. The madman that killed him right in front of me...

We had been walking home from Starbucks and we had sat down, the sun was beginning to set. He had his arms around my waist. We continued walking through the park, the empty park. Suddenly we heard someone calling, we turned round to see who it was and when we turned back round, we were being held at gunpoint, I broke into a cold sweat. "Hey, whoever you are, if your going to hurt any of us, hurt me, not my beautiful girlfriend." Marty said, his hands were up in the air and he was trembling, the man said nothing and moved his gun to Marty and pulled the trigger. It hit Marty strait in the gut. He fell to the floor, his eyes closed. The man was long gone but I couldn't scream, I was frozen in fear. When I could finally move, I ran over to my dying boyfriend. I gently carresed his face and he slowly opened his eyes. With all the energy he had, he gave me a weak smile. That's when the tears came. The tears rolled down me cheek as he slowly moved his hand and interlocked it with mine. The only thing I could feel was pain. The blood oozing out from the inner depths of his body was horrible and the colour it made with the blue denim was a sinister shade of purple. Before the blood started coming out of his mouth, I gave him one final kiss. We had such a great future ahead of us, but no, he had been shot, age 17. "Jennifer," he said in a voice so small it was barely a whisper, "Just remember I love you and don't feel that my life ending means your life has to end too. Remember I will watch over you from heaven, I will make sure nothing like this will happen again." They were the last things he said to me before his eyes closed and he went limp. I held his limp head in my arms and cried. I went to the nearest phone box and called my parents who said the were coming home immediately and they contacted Lorraine and George. My life has never been the same again.

i never found love again, I felt like I'd be portraying Marty. His parents regularly take me to his grave to place flowers. The murderer was found and was given a life sentence in the highest security prison. He deserved to die. He killed a seventeen year old boy with no mercy. Marty gave his life to save mine, if he's not a hero, I don't know who is. Sometimes, when I am up in my room, writing about how much I love him, I sometimes feel a gust of wind, although my window is closed and my door is shut. Sometimes I am looking in the mirror and for a few seconds, I see Marty smiling at me, he isn't human though he's more like an angel. I think that's his way of saying, "I've kept my promise, I'm doing what I said I'd do, I watch you, however, God gave me a special gift, and that's I can watch you from Earth."