Broken

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The lady look up at Logan, she was on her knees. "No please Logan you have to help me. I'll pay you however much you want! Please Logan." Logan helped the lady to her feet again and began walking her to the door. "Logan please I need you......" just as the lady was about to finish her sentence, a bullet struck her in the back of her neck. She fell to the ground and began bleeding rapidly from her neck. "Noooooo!" Logan screamed at the top of his lungs. Logan fell to his knees right in front of the dead lady. He looked down at his hands and saw the blood on them and began tearing up. After a few minutes of staring at the dead body, Logan wiped away his tears and the blood off his hands. He picked up the dead body and carried it outside. He began digging a grave for her. Once he finished he placed the body inside the grave and began throwing dirt back onto it. Once he finished, he just stood there and looked at it knowing he could've prevented her death. He began tearing up again. "This is all my fault. I'm sorry, I could've saved you." After a little bit, Logan threw down his shovel and walked back inside his house. Logan sat back down on his couch, still crying, feeling like he was one responsible for her death. He reached over and picked up old dog tags, that were lying on the table in front of him, and looked at them. They were his old dog tags from when he was a child and on them read "Logan". He clinched the tags in his hand. "Why must I live this hell?" Logan asked himself. He tried not to dwell on the lady's death but it was hard not to, he could've prevented her death if he would just help her get out of town. For the reminder of the day Logan sat in his room and thought to himself. The sun was starting to set and Logan began getting ready for bed. Logan struggled to take off his shirt. His body wasn't the same anymore but every night he would cut himself in the arm to make sure he could still feel pain and there would be some nights where he felt no pain at s but this was one of those nights where he could feel everything. Logan fell asleep with blood dripping from his right arm and with anxiety messing with his head.