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He sighed, and said, "When I was younger, 14, I had a group of friends who definitely weren't the smartest people, but at least they were fun to be around. One of my best friends was a girl named Sarah, and no we weren't together or anything, although I kind of liked her. She was with someone else and..." he started to drift away from his purpose, but caught himself and started again,

"And that doesn't really have much to do with the story, at least not for now. Anyways as I was saying before you could almost say that she was the center of our group, she was the one who had brought us all together. We were all the type of people who have probably never even talked to each other if it weren't for her. The two of us had know each other since we were both 5 and 6, she was a few months older than me. We used to hang out, just the two of us. We would go to the mall, or just go walking around town. You know, normal teen stuff."

"Well one day we had been walking to a favorite restaurant of ours. When we passed the alley we heard a kind of thud and we stopped. We backed up and looked to see a group of kids a little older than us beating up some poor sap. The thud we had heard of them pushing him back. They pushed him again and his head hit a corner of a dumpster with a sickening crack and he fell. He didn't even attempt to get back up, he wasn't moving, but they kept kicking him."

"This time I yelled at her that we needed to go get help, but before I even finished she started running down the alley. She told them stop and blocked them from hitting the kid. She told them that if they didn't stop she'd call the police. That's when I ran down there and stood next to her. One of the guys didn't like her threat though, and so they started to attack us. I wasn't in that great of shape then, so I got one lucky punch in before one of them hit me from the side and knocked me to the ground."

Sarah had always loved sports though and so she was in pretty good shape. She took down a couple of guys, and I was trying to get back up, but my leg wouldn't support me. She hit one of them in the face and he got pissed. He pulled a knife out of somewhere and stabbed her from behind. I yelled a warning at her, but it had been to late. He pulled the knife out and stabbed her again.'

"This time I got up not giving a damn if my leg didn't want to hold me. She ended up kind of sinking down and then she started coughing blood. All I remember was everything going red. I charged forward, my right leg making a sick kind of cracking noise and launched myself at the guy with the knife. He hadn't expected me to do so and his sunk into my arm, a little under my shoulder, but I kept going and he pulled downwards trying to get it out." Mike pulled up his sleeve and showed them the scar running down his arm.

"Finally he pulled it out of me and tried to stab me with it again. This time I expected it though and blocked with the back of my hand, it went in, but I twisted my hand and the pulled the knife away from him." He touched his scarred hand again. "I ended up pushing back into a wall and started hitting him repeatedly."

"His friends had left shortly after I tackled him. They supposedly didn't know he had a knife and hadn't wanted it to go this far. I still don't know if I really believe them. I just think they didn't want to get into trouble. Eventually I stopped, feeling weak from blood loss. The next thing I know I woke up in the hospital. The doctors told me that I had broken my leg and suffered a good amount of blood loss, but that I should be fine."

"I asked them about what happened to my friend and they told me that the boy's skull had a small crack and that one of his arms was broken, but that he'd be fine too. I asked again, asking what happened to Sarah. The doctor didn't say anything for a moment and I knew something was wrong. He finally took a deep breath and told me she had died. Apparently when she was stabbed he punctured one of her lungs."

"I had to tell the police my story and they told me that the boy who had stabbed her would be taken into custody after he was finished healing. I had broken a couple of his ribs and his arm, but nothing too serious. After an overnight stay I was released with a brace and a subscription for some pain killers."

"I went back to school a few days later. I had to tell them exactly what happened. They ended up blaming me for it and I didn't care. I blamed myself. If I had been stronger I would have been able to do something. If I had acted the right way after he stabbed her she wouldn't have died. It was my fault she was gone."

"Here's the part where here boyfriend comes in. He was also a good friend of mine. I hadn't known him as long, but he got along well with everyone, just like she had. The two of them were a lot alike. Anyways he blamed me just like they did, told me never to speak to him or any of them again and I agreed. After that I don't think I ever really talked to a single one of them."

"It was all because I was weak, if I had been stronger I wouldn't of had to go through that. That's why I want to stronger. Even now I still sometimes dream of her, seeing it happen over and over again. I've had many people tell me that I couldn't have done anything, that it wasn't my fault, but I still can't believe that." He finished with his eyes closed and took a deep breath.

He released it and opened his eyes, focusing intently on the prism. After a few seconds he finally looked back at them, his face calm now, but showing hints of anger and sadness. "Want to know anything else?" he said, his voice obviously forced flat.

((HOLY PARAGRAPHSHITGOD))

((Well, yeah. Editing is... kind of what we expected. xd ))

((What's what you said? O_o

pl0x = plx = plz = please))

((I said HOLY PARAGRAPHSHITGOD.
Ahhh. Finally makes sense.))

(("I said HOLY PARAGRAPHSHITGOD."

really? When? eek ))

Anatoly groaned quietly. "Mission?" he asked.

((Wait, so I typed what you said?))