• He is diffrent from the others. He knows what he wants. He planned things like he would if he were in battle. But he didnt planned this...he was killed because of me. He tryed to protect me when these boys ganged up on me.
    They had a knife. He could have taken one but there were too many. Punches flew, Kicks to his face and ribs, stabs to his neck, chest and back.

    I couldnt save him...I fled like the coward I was and left him there with them. I came back..it was too late. He was already dead. I sat there with his head in my lap crying.

    I would have helped if I could.
    I was weak and scared