I ran down the side walk in the pouring down rain. Maurice had snuggled into my dress trying to not get wet. My thighs were sticky from the blood. I kept running, the horrible scene playing in my head. It hurt, everything hurt. I tripped and fell on the sidewalk, probably scraping my knees bad. I laid in the puddle, tired. The pain was still there, I could feel it. I cried more than I ever had in my life. Was this the end? Would I die right here?