I walk into Faith’s house, and walk into her room. And I see her, with her brown hair, bones sticking out of her arm, where her fore-arm should be. Seeing this figure almost every day, I call her Halia. It was the name of my older cousin, by only a month and 8 days, so we were in the same grade. I watched her face get shot, I cried silently under a desk, I can’t get that image out of my head, it haunts my dreams, my nightmares.
I stand still in fear, Halia is walking towards me, my vision goes hazy………
