The box. The door. The crumbling brick. It begged me to enter. It was so familiar. I have been here before. I should not go in, but I am going to. It is inevitable that I run here. In every reality, it ends here. At this door. I quickly open the door trying to hide from the man chasing me. I shut the door behind me. My breathing is now the only sound that occupies the room. Indistinct yelling on the other side of the door. Banging his fists on the door, while rattling the knob. Quiet. Silence lingers. I ease up. Mistake. He busts through the door. "I just want to talk." No he didn't. "Why did you steal from me kid?" with a look that said he already knew the answer. I back away slowly. "Don't you move another inch." With the sound of a gun being moved to fire.
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