I coughed loudly into my arm and sighed. It wasn't one of the fake coughs I usually do just to occupy time. I was sick from what I remember. Most of that day is fuzzy except for the end, or rather The End.
"Are you alright?" Dane asked me. I looked at him.
"It's just my case of death advancing." I remember when I first made that joke. We both had a good laugh about it back then.
" Well don't come too close to me. I'm a writer, I'm meant kill myself using a revolver."
I stopped once I realized we had missed our turn. "Damn we better turn around." As I turned I saw that there was an alley that cut to where the car was. " Nevermind." I said before walking down it with him. It wasn't too late at night, and everything looked fine. I was walking ahead of Dane and when I saw the man turn the corner and face us I saw nothing of it. I should have been paying more attention.
"Lucas!" The scream brought me out of my thoughts. I looked ahead of me and what I saw hit me like a ton of bricks. The man in front of us had a gun.
Hey there. This is a post text meant to give information. In this chapter the ages of both Dane and Lucas are 17. Dane's humor is dark as you can see. Can't right much now, I have to finish an essay for tomorrow...
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