I ran to the crime scene, my body collapsing around me. A salty mixture of tears and mascara streamed down my cheeks and soaked the edges of my loose t-shirt and collarbones. I pushed through the surrounding crowd and cried out with pain when I saw a familiar face on the lifeless body. I felt like my body was being cut open into a million pieces and then smashed into a garbage compressor. It was like my life was ending right then and there. The worried faces surrounding me started spinning as my vision blurred, and then my knees gave in and my terrified face hit the concrete. One last tear snuck down my cheek and then the world went black.
