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Dying in Your Arms Tonight - One

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I lied in the middle of the floor, the music turned down low but still rumbling through my head, wondering if I'd ever see my friends again. Sure, Joey was a few feet away, but I was too weak, and maybe too scared, to lift my head and silently plead with him to come and save me.

I could hear them, the three men with the thick mexican accents, as they sat at the bar and discussed what they were going to do, how they were going to get away, and what they were going to do after this was over.

I wondered what I'd do after this was over, if I was still alive, that is. Would life go on the same as it had before? Would everybody forget about this, or dismiss this as just another tragic happening? Our nation had become too used to things like this happening.

I wanted to stand up, to just walk away, or maybe jump up on the bartop and start screaming out in emotional pain. Screaming didn't fit the mood, or the moment, too out of place in a world where nobody fit.

I wanted to tell her I was sorry for what I'd done. I wanted to make up with her and kiss her and never let go. I wanted to run out the doors and scream into the night. I shouldn't be given a second chance, but damn did I want one.

My chest ached, as did my leg and back, and I wondered why I wasn't dead yet. Why wasn't anybody coming to my aid? Did they think I was dead?

My clothes were wet and sticky and they were making my skin itch.

Maybe, just maybe, if we hadn't been so stupid, this wouldn't have happened. No, it was just being in the wrong place at the wrong time. We shouldn't have come in the first place. I wondered if he was blaming himself, how he felt. I wondered if he, too, would make it out of here alive.

There was one thing, amongst a few more, that I knew though, and that was that I was terrified of dying.

And as I lay on the floor, fighting off death with everything I had left, I tried to remember how I had gotten myself in this mess in the first place.

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to be continued...

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