'ШΣ STΔRTΣD Δ GLICTH'

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(This has a lot of 'I's in this.)
(If old enough to drink, take a shot every time you read 'I')

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"Is that...me..?"

I stand there in the midst of the people mentally stuck.

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What-
Who-
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Jack must've saw of how much a daze I was in because seconds later his hands were placed on my shoulders and a worried a expression splattered on his face.

"Come on Milo..." he whispered
softly.

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He leads me by bushes towards the outskirts of the projects but just enough to see what's going on.

I, myself trying to figure out what's going on while still being stuck in the visual.

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"Do you think you've seen this before?" He asks.

I barely hear him because I'm trying to hear what they're saying.

"Milo?"

"MILO!?" He yelled a bit but loud enough to be heard. He moves himself in front of me and i focus back.

"Sorry." I looked down a second.

"Well? Does this seem familiar?" He asks once a again.

And suddenly I start to experience flash backs.

I start breathing heavy as everything replays in my head.

I keep seeing the sight of granny and Lewy die and die again.

"No... no!" I start to sob a little unable to catch my breath.

Jack looks around to see if anyone heard me and move directly in front of the back of one of the buildings.

His hands touch my shoulders as they warm the skin underneath it. He looks at me trying to understand what's making me so upset.

I don't like that look. I don't like the way it feels. It seems to me that he looks at me like a crying child. Or worse a crybaby.

I steady my breathing and wipe my eyes of their wateriness.

I'm soooo glad I didn't cry in front of this stranger.

I do a quick breath through my nose and you can hear the sniffles  a bit.

"Okay." I take a deep breath.

"Yeah. I've seen this before. These are just the few moments before-"
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