Prologe

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I'm standing, facing away from George Eacker. I start counting, holding my gun in the air by two. Looking up.

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

I feel the bullet penitrat my back throw me.  I clench my stomach, falling to the ground. There was a bright light and now I'm somewhere unfamiliar. There's sounds of horns and people.

I'm in an alleyway, without my pistol. Blood is still gushing from my stomach. I get up walking, slow, out the alley. Almost falling on a young lady as she starts saying things I don't know. I fall to the ground again and see people, tall buildings and the sky.

There's the young ladies, that I almost feel on, eyes looking down at me with such worry. Her beautiful eyes keeps me in a trance till I hear her ask, "Sir! What is your name?"

I respond back weak and dying. "Phillip."






My family isn't the greatest. I know that I still have it... good. I grew up in a house, a small apartment. I had food on the table, a thousand bowls of cereal. I had clothes on my back, hammy downs from my cousin that's a boy.

I walk down the street of New York and worry about dying every minute. I have panic attacks at moment of interactions with people.

Right now I'm sitting in Starburst with a Peppermint Frappuccino, and my phone. I have finished my drink a like ten minutes ago but I didn't want to get up till the trash is open from people. Getting up, throwing away my trash away.

I have my phone in my back pocket. Walking down the street, just trying to go home. As I walk past an alleyway, a person falls onto me as I start to freak out. I look over and it's a boy my age with long curly hair in a weird outfit.

Umm...

I see something red on his stomach and can smell blood. "Can an ambulance! Someone help!" I yell and a lady in a power suit just walks away, rolling her eyes. A girl in a flannel shirt picks up her phone and starts talking to the people. The guy falls to the ground, people starts to video the man.

"Sir! What is your name?" I hold him, trying to hope he doesn't die.

"Phillip."

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