•the nineteenth•

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"Get off of him!" The shooter yelled.
I let go off of Demian.
"You walk backwards to me with your hands on your head".
"I said my name was Damian".
"and i told you that doesn't matter". Deniam sigh and walked backward hands on his head. He was scared. The same thing ran throught my mind as 5 years ago.

*Flashback 5 years ago*

"You think there is blood," i asked Tim. "Its abounded there are no body's certainly".
"I still think its a bad idea guys," Demian said.
"If there is no blood I'm in". "Demian?" Silvey asked.
"I don't know... can we like go to the park instead?".
"Why, Are you scared Demian?" Tim laughed.
"He saw 'the town' that's why" i smiled.
"Sorry i think i missed something 'the town'?".
"A horror movie, Silvey" Tim explained.
"O that nothing for me".
"I know that why i didn't took you there".
"So we can go?" Silvey asked. "Demian?" I asked.
He shifted uncomfortably on his feet.
"Okay".
I reached out my hand. He took it waved our fingers together.
Only the walk throught the Woods was terrifting for him. When we came to the gate of the abonted warehouse. Tim climbed over the gate. When he was on top reachted out his hand for me, dragged me on top too. I jumped off and opened the lock.
Silvey helped Tim off the gate. But Demian stayed on the other side of the gate watching the warehouse. With the look of fear on his face.

*End of flashback*

The shooter took Demian with him dragged him around the corner. At the same moment a gunshot was lose

Demian the nineteenth?!

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