Locked up In the Past
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It was always easy. Running.
I always pictured it as a building but right now it wasn't that easy. Cause the past was running after me. It wasn't still like a building but running after me like a lion and I would not stop
"Phanie".
"Phanie".
"Phanie". Gun shot
"Phanie".
"Phanie". Another gun shot. I screamed stopping dead in my tracks this time. If only I would have stopped, I would be the one on the pool of blood.
I stopped running. Not because I was tired or because of the figure lying in front of me but because I stopped running for good. I heard the person slow down his pace and held my hands behind me.
"Nooo. Nooo". I screamed as I slid down.
"What did you do?". I touched him all over but just like that. With no warning. He was gone. My fault. He was gone and I could not bear it. I searched frantically for a heartbeat not minding the red liquid all over my palms.
I turned to look at the cold monster behind me. "Help us". I begged. Yes 'us' I needed help too. I was emotionally dying. He just stared back at me. With those beautiful hazel eyes that switched colours with his mixed emotions.
I used the back of my hands to wipe my tears smearing a little blood on my face. The figure bent behind me. I thought he wanted to hug and console me. I thought he wanted to assure me that i was dreaming. I closed my eyes waiting for it to happen but nothing happened. When I turned around, I realized I was the only one on that road. I saw the weapon used laying on the floor. I picked it up and looked at it. How could such a small weapon cause this huge destruction?. Why would someone own something this deadly?.
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And then the cops pulled up.
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