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A Walk in the Park
There's blood everywhere.
She's covered in it.
Where'd it come from?
Who's is it?
Is it hers?
Is it mine?
Yeah, I think its mine.
I think I got shot.
I thought getting shot would hurt more than this.
There's only a slight stinging sensation.
The last thing I remember, I was walking down the path in the park off 7th street with Autumn. It was kinda awkward walking with my ex-girlfriend; not the most pleasant experience, but, unfortunately, it was necessary.
We had walked about a mile without talking. It was really awkward. We reached the gazebo by the pond just as the sun was setting, which made it more awkward.
We stopped outside the gazebo and I turned to tell her something. Then, all of a sudden, she's covered with my blood.
She seems startled, but otherwise unfazed. I just got shot! Shouldn't she be scared? Why isn't she helping me?
There's blood everywhere!
IT'S MY BLOOD!
I'm feeling weak.
My vision is going dark.
"Help me! Please..."
Why is she just standing there?