•the fortieth•

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I had still an iron grip on his arm. Trying to proses this all.
"You can let go now... i know you're scared".
"Shawn...they are close".
"Don't freak out stay calm".he taped my hand to get my attention.
"How can i stay calm... they wanna kill us!".
"they don't... i made a deal with them...they won't kill us".
"They are gonna hurt us... they are gonna hurt you".
"Hey keep calm I'm here they won't kill you they won't hurt you...". he took my face in his hands.
"I won't let us being killed you are gonna be fine".
"You don't know".
"As long as i wake up today they won't kill you... listen i won't let you die or getting hurt... understand?".
I buried my face in his bandaged hand.

After a full minute, i realized what i was doing... clinging on him.
I heaved my head from his hand.
Stood up to paint the outlines from the flowers.
"Jaysky did streetart when it was her first year".
"Realy why did she stopped". i still focused on the flowers.
"It's completed".
"You miss her right".
"Yea sometimes... it took me 2 years to get really over her... then j found... the girl i love...loved".
"How are you sure if she is still alive?" "I just hope".
"She must be really beautiful".
"She is out of this world beautiful... i adore her".he smiled like an idiot.
"Doesn't it break you... to know that she may believe already".
"It does of course it does".

I stood up, feeling dizzy. Immidamtly stumbled to my feet.
"You're good?". He helped me up.

Something tried to force the door open. Both our heads shoot to the door.

The shooters...

Shawn threw all his weight on the door tried to force the door back in its frame. I wanna stand up to help him.
"No, you won't walk".
"But i wanna...".
"No Lilia... you. Won't. Walk."

I didn't know what happened. I was passed out.
Shawn was held back while i was dragged away. He was begging not to do it, fighting his way out of the shooter's grip, but he failed.
When the door shut i saw just a glimpse of how the shooter shot a girl

The rest was all blurry...after the fortieth everything was blurry...

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