What I was thinking when Gatsby died

When I got the call that Gatsby had been murdered I drew a blank. I could not comprehend it, how and why would someone kill Gatsby. Questions were running through my mind. Why didn't anyone stop the shooter? Who would do this to Gatsby? What would have happened if I had stayed? All these questions and thoughts were running through my head. But as I was thinking about who did this, I couldn't comprehend that he was dead. I wanted to call him and tell him about this tragedy and talk about what had happened and try to figure out why someone would kill this man. Sadly I could not do that, for that man was Gatsby himself. I rushed over to the house hoping that it was not true, but it was. By the time I got to Gatsby's house there were police and detectives everywhere. I remember thinking, how can they just take pictures of him floating in the water like that? Someone needed to help him, he was drowning and no one was helping him. I took me a little bit to grasp that he was gone. Once I calmed down a little I started to think logically as to who could have done this. The only person I could think of was Tom. I had no clue what happened, but I knew that it had something to do with Tom. This somehow was all related back to the death of Myrtle. The shooter was found and he had killed himself only seconds after he killed Gatsby. The killer was George, Myrtle's husband. Gatsby wasn't even driving, but I couldn't tell anyone who was, Gatsby said not to. He didn't even deserve to die, he just wanted the love of Daisy. But the truth still remained that Gatsby was gone, he was dead.