I heard the loud bang of a gun and broke into a run. I ran as fast as I could away from where I heard the shots. I looked behind me and saw a young girl, younger than I am, lying on the ground, lifeless. I didn't get a good look at who shot her; I was too focused on the little girl. I turned back and continued running as fast as I could. When I finally stopped, there were sirens, and I could see the flashing lights everywhere behind me in the distance. As I looked back, I felt an emptiness in me, almost like guilt. "I could have done something," I thought to myself, "why didn't I do something to help her?" I started to feel panicked. After I took a minute to process what had happened, I made my way back to the little girl. When I got there she was still lying on the ground, but this time she was covered up and surrounded by police. At that moment I felt a pain in my chest, like I had just been punched. I collapsed to the ground onto my knees and began to cry. A police officer walked over to me and asked "Do you know this girl?," and all I could do was cry, I couldn't answer this mans question, and at this point, I felt like it was all my fault.
