My Loss

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Marcus ran alongside the road with me following. He laughed loudly. "Marcus! Stop it! Give it back!" He had stolen my phone and was looking trough my messages. I stopped at the end of the sidewalk, I couldn't run anymore. Marcus ran into the street without looking. Suddenly there were two lights blinding us. Marcus stopped dead in the middle of the road. As he turned the car came soaring towards him.

Everything was in slow motion and I couldn't move. Lights and glass shards drizzled over me as falling snow, and all kinds of dreadful sounds filled my ears. I could finally move. My heart was beating as I ran into the road. He layed there, lifeless in a puddle of blood.

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