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Short story I wrote; We run down the halls, bullets whizzing past my head. A young boy runs alongside me, he is young. Around 15. We keep running, guns fire behind us with a bang. We keep going. I look to my right, The boy stands there, blood seeping out of a hole in his chest. I catch his limp body before it hits the ground, “Jeremy no, don’t do this to me, I promised I would get you out of here. I promised I would protect you!” I scream. He coughs out a few words, “G- goodbye Tim.” He goes limp. Dead. I feel a sharp pain through my chest, a bullet has gone right through me. I drop Jeremy and fall to the ground, looking into his eyes, looking into the eyes of a boy who I had failed.