"Oh my God!" I yelled. "Calm down" said hawkeye. "Its just a boy" he said. I looked at him, he looked pale, and sick. he had black hair and blue eyes. "Hey there, is there anything you want?" Asked him Hawkeye. I looked at him. "What are you doing?" I said. "do you wanna finish with it or not?" He said. "You want me, to help this dead kid with his last will?" I asked. "Yes" he said. I looked at the boy. He looked so sad. I guess I can help. I got up. "I... I want" said the little boy. "I want the last thing my mother gave to me" he said. I wanted to cry, "but how would we know?" I asked. "Lets go" said Hawkeye and went upstairs to the long hallway. "What? Where are we going?" I asked. He kelp on walking and stopped next to a door at the end of the hallway that that was the only door with no number, or name or shape or anything on it. "OK. Lets do it. Come with me" he said. He opened the door, we walked in to a little room, I looked around, it looked like a hospital room. "Where are we?" I asked. "We are where the boy was 15 minutes before he died" he said. I looked at the bed, the little boy was there. "don't worry, he can't see us" he said calmly. The door at the other side of the room opened. a woman walked in, She looked a little like the boy, I guess she is his mother.
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Black Doors
FantasyWhat will you do if everyday, at the same time, you will find yourself in a different dimention? Everyday you would watch somebody get killed, but there's nothing you can do about it? What if everyday you would see the last moment before people die...
