Betrayed

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That girl looked familiar, she had black hair, brown eyes, black clothes and.... and.... IT WAS NATALIA! BUT WHY ME?...  Why would she kill me? Does she hate me, or is she pranking me. I walked closer to her and she pulled out a hand gun 'Don't come any closer' I lifted my hands and told her to calm down. Her eyes started to fill up. 'Natalia.. Don't do this' there was no comment. She was going to pull the trigger until that guy that I was with shot her in the arm. I was surprised no one noticed or heard the gun shot. He shot her arm. Natalia fell to the ground. I ran towards her to help her but she refused, 'I would rather die on the floor than your filthy hands! Your father killed my father! It's all your fault!' Natalia faded away, I ran towards her to nurse her. I was too late and I didn't understand what she meant. What did I do wrong to make her this way? But what did I do to be involved with all of this. It was my father. Not me.

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