My feet keep on going but my cuore tells me to stop. All I want to do is run. Run away from this mess I got my self into. It all happened so fast the anger the tears the blood. Then all I heard was the bullet fly through the air and hit skin then sposta slowly into the flesh and then the final bang it hit the heart. The one thing that keeps te alive. All never forget his face when I killed him. All I saw was shock and fear and one big domanda hanged over his head. Why?
I just wanted to keep running afraid I could hurt più people in this mess. Ones I loved and cared about, like how I killed...