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"It's not your fault, it's not your fault, it's not your fault." He says it over and over again. His lips touch my forehead and it hurts. I dont understand why but his mouth is covered in blood when he pulls back. "It's not your fault. It's not your fault." He continues. It feels as though he is saying it more to himself than me. "It's not your fault. It's not your fault." His face, dirty and mucky, is streaked with tears. His hand, clammy and cold, is tightly gripping mine. His sobs break loose as he repeats again, "It's not your fault. I't's not your fault." My eyes feel heavy so I close then and he jumps. His speaking quickens, "It's not your fault. It's not your fault." I wish to tell him that it is okay but i cannot remember what happened. When i open my mouth to ask blood pours out. He looks at me and when his finger touches my lips is remember. The nasty fight. A man in black was yelling at him for his money. When he said he didnt have it the man in black came at him with a knife. The man sitting with me pulled out a gun and shot it...just as i stepped into the middle to stop the fight. The bullet was not lodged into my stomach. And I am laying in an alley dying. "It's not your fault. It's not your fault." He pauses and lets out an agonized scream. With the gun at his temple he looks at me again. "It's ALL your fault." He yells. He pulls the trigger. And I never even knew his name.