All i could do was watch the blood. We came so far for nothing. My eyes were shutting. Did i die? i am not too sure.... i know i was numb... and my throat was clogged with blood and dirt. Dead?Pfft.. i was living... My body raised up slowly..no..i saw myself....laying on the ground...with a gun in my hand..and my murderer flee. That coward... he ran as soon as he saw the red and blue lights, and the wailing siren.  I stared, as they analyzed my body...but they made a mistake..they called my boyfriend.... They knew i was gay... somehow.... but before anything else...my body was lifted higher and higher..no..i was..my body was on the ground... dead..cold..bloody. But...a white light flashed my eyes. I open them, and find myself breathing. How? 

I was then greeted by a punch to the the face. My body slammed into what seemed pavement. 

I felt small... but why? I heard  a thundering voice after that,"Not so tough anymore, huh Winston?" I open my eyes again," Winston? Who is he? am i not dead? but dreaming? No...that kick to the rib cage was too real. It burned.. almost like a bullet, but not quite. I look up and see a group of teenagers. They were glaring at me.

then it hit me....

I was Winston??