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Prologue

I was terrified. Everything seemed perfect until today. I let myself down on my knees near his body hoping that there still is a hope.

"He is not dead " I keep telling myself. I put my arms above his wound and I start pressing hoping that this little thing is going to stop the bleeding. I feel my tears rolling down my cheeks and soon enough my view is blocked by them. I can hear some whispers around me but I'm to concentrate to actually hear what they are saying .

I feel some strong arms around me and soon someone pull me up.
"What are you doing?" I start to scream. "I've got to help him, please!" I start begging and crying even harder.

I try to release but he is too strong and my body is still in shock. I can't believe what is happening and it's all my fault. The guilt and the pain that I feel are too much for me. As his body seems to be smaller and smaller I see that we are near a door. I start to panic.

There is no chance that he will make me leave the boy behind.He opens it and I figured out that he want to take me in another room. No! I have to make him to let me go.I try to escape one more time using my hands and my legs but I have no chance. Why is he so strong?I give up and I look into his eyes. "It's just my fault " I whisper and I look at my hands that are covered in blood. His blood. I look behind one last time, trying to memorize his face, but all I can see is a close door. Soon everything becomes dark and I faint with only one thought: to finish the mess I started.