BROOKLYN
I am running so fast down a dark hallway. I see him. He is laying down on the ground bleeding. I try to run faster. Faster. Faster. I can't seem to run fast enough and he is just lying there lifeless.
"Liam!" I scream. I keeping running, but I don't make any progress down the hall.
So much blood. Way too much blood is coming from his chest, where he shot him.
"Help!" I shout, but it is too late.
Finally, I make my way towards him as I kneel beside him.
"Wake up!" I sob. But, he doesn't wake up. He just is so cold. Way too cold.
I sit up panting from the horrifying nightmare. Wow. It was so real. Way too real for my liking. A tear runs down my cheek. It was too real. A light sob escapes my lips. I pull my knees up to my chest and hug them. I want to see him. I want to see
