Prologue
I'm dying. I can feel it. Even now I can here the screams and shouts of people near me. Telling me that they will get medical help. But I know, it'll be to late. My experiences are killing me just as much as the bullets in my stomach.
Who ever you are I hope you here my story and the stories of others who have shared my story. I don't have much time though so I won't go into much detail.
This is my story