Prologue:
I stood there, breathing in and out, not believing what I had seen. Looking downward towards the dark alley, there lay the crumpled figure. I had seen his face when they shoved him against the cold bricks; he looked no more than fifteen. When they had pulled the trigger I had let out a small gasp. One of them looked up but my face was concealed behind my curtain as I stood there watching from my dark bedroom window. I couldn't move as they left and the boy fell to the frosty alley ground. When they left my line of sight, I gave an involuntary cry, hoping I had not been heard. I knew there was only one thing I could do; call the Police. That would mean putting me in danger, but I could not live with myself knowing that I would be letting those murderers loose in the streets. And the boy… the poor boy. Now he will not be able to grow old and see life for himself. He died too young. I took a deep breath as I dialled thinking only of the boy and not my life as I told them what I had seen.
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