The Pain

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~Blood. A lot of it.

     I feel faint. I think I'm going to puke. But first I have to get out of this place. I turn to run, but I can't seem to find my way out. The trees and bushes have been replaced with a blood stained, solid, metal wall. I pound my fists on the wall begging someone to let me out. I can't stay in this bloodbath. I have to get out of here. I have to-

     "Get down!" I drop to the ground. As I do I hear the clang of metal against metal. I turn to see what it was. A knife. Someone tried to kill me. I've been here for less than five minutes and someone's already tried to kill me.

     " Run!" a girl yells at me. "Over here!" I nod and sprint to her as fast as I can. Before I can reach her I hear a gunshot and then feel the pain that comes with one. My leg.

     I fall to the ground, grasping my leg. The pain. Oh, the pain. I look at my hand, now dripping with blood. I can't die. I'm too young to die.

     I feel hands under me. Four of them. Two belong to the girl; the other two are a boy's. He looks about sixteen, my age. They pick me up and start to run. Where are they taking me?  I struggle to get free, but I'm too weak to move.

    My vision starts to go black. No. No. I'm not going to die. No.

     My vision goes completely black.

     I'm not dead but I've blacked out.

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