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10/?/12 1. I am in my backyard. A sadist killer has terrorized my school, murdering lots of people. I hear a gun shot and fear I am intended to be next. It is night. I run inside, realizing that I was shot. A fiery pain encompasses a portion of my abdomen. I feel blood on my hands, and I run upstairs to tell my dad, but he does nothing. "Call 9-1-1!" I say as I fall to the floor. The colors in my vision simplify, and my senses numb. He just stares at me ominously and repeats over and over, "Get ready for soccer practice. Get your fucking soccer clothes on, you little shit!" I look away from him, and my vision closes in as my thoughts slow. I bleed out on the kitchen floor.