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Okay, I told myself. One...Two...Three:

It looked like one of those movie special effects. He had landed on a rebar, and it had impaled his leg. Blood began blooming from the rusty bar in his thigh. It stained his camouflage uniform pant leg. I looked around me for something to compress the wound. I looked down, and quickly removed the brown polyester belt from around my waist. I fastened it a few inches above the wound to stop the circulation. Roy stirred from his shocked state, and propped himself up on his elbows. He looked from the rebar in his leg to me, with a crazed glint in his eyes. “What, what hap-” he began, stuttering. I interrupted him, saying as soothingly a possible, “Nothing, you're fine. Everything's alright.” I wasn't completely positive that I convinced him. “Now..uh.. listen, I've got to get this piece of metal out of you so please… please sit as still as possible.” I said, trying out the extent of my control. I saw his eyes widen. I noticed that in his dark brown irises there were flecks of green and gold. I was so transfixed in those hypnotizing eyes that I forgot the sound and problem that I was faced with. Once again, I had to blink to get my head on right. I looked back at the rebar. I really wasn't ready to take the bar out from his leg. I actually felt like vomiting, just thinking about it. I cleared my throat, and told him, with my suddenly hoarse voice, “Um… you should probably look away.” I surveyed the piece of metal, and swallowed hard. The stain on his pant leg and the rocky ground’s surface was spreading gradually. I wrapped my fingers around the slippery bar, wet and warm with blood. I took a deep breath. I glanced at Roy’s face once more, and his jaw was clenched tightly shut, with his eyes fixed on me.

Burning [Epilogue]

And that's when I broke, when I burned; when I saw her fall. Fall in slow motion; two bullet holes piercing her perfect self. She was already on her knees. Already surrendered. But no, that wasn't enough. Nothing was. The first bullet passed through her chest, causing her back to lunge forward in an abnormal

way. I did nothing. I stayed in my sitting position. I didn't

And that's when I broke, when I burned; when I saw her fall.

believe what I was seeing. I refused to. She still held the limp girl’s body in the safe enclosure of her arms. Blood began staining her uniform, and she neither yelled, nor cried out. When I saw the distress, the pain, the confusion, the sadness, the anger, and the determination in her face, I knew it was real, for only she, herself, could have that largely spanned variety of different emotions in one expression. I yelled, I called out. She didn't hear. Instead, she placed a hand on the wound, and took it off to inspect it, probably. It was shining with deep red blood. Then, she looked up to the Heavens, and shouted something. No, she screamed something. I tried to get up, but my body refused to. A pain shot through me when I moved my leg, but I didn't care. Lily was worth the pain. Still, I could not get up. I tried shouting her name, but she did nothing to show me that she heard me. Then, the second bullet struck her, and I burst into flames. The bullet hit her square in the head. She collapsed limply, slowly, to her left side. The body of the burned girl fell from her arms onto the rough surface. At that moment, I paid no attention

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