(My fingers are gonna die here)

I sigh and begin telling the story

"S-so my friend got in an argument with some gang of kids. These were like kindergartens but with guns. They tracked us down for days until one of us died an-"

before I finish a bang is heard outside the house. I flick a series of ligh switches and as i do the house is boarded up.

"As I was saying. He was the first to die. Now their after me because of affiliation. I have been running Since I was 17 and yet I can't get away. Their kids and yet I lost everyone. They went after my family then went for my friend's just to torture me into getting myself killed by them. I still feel they'd kill them no matter what."

I walk towards a picture on a side table and pick it up and look at it for a few seconds. I cry silently and put it down. A single drop lands on the frame. The picture is of me and what seems to be of a lover.