I watched as he beat the hell out of my best friend. I watched as he took countless lives without any remorse in his body. I heard about who the one person was that he wanted to take the life from. The only thing that I could do was just sit back and watch.

Until the day came that I had to protect myself. I went from sitting on the sidelines to someone who was about to become a victim. Being dragged from a car into a abondoned warehouse and thrown into a steel wall does some mine numbing damage. I watched as a gun, being pointed in my direction, the safety being taken off, a loud pop and searing pain. I held in a scream as I watched my shooter walk over to someone else. I heard three more pops before I succumed to the darkness that was surrounding me.

The next time I was able to open my eyes, I could hear other voices around me. I heard someone yell that I was alive and barely hanging on. I was loaded into an ambulance. As I was being taken out of the warehouse, I noticed someone standing over looking over the fallen body of my friend. As I was being put into the ambulance the only thing that I was able to get out of my mouth, "Donnie".