I heard the clack of the robbers� boots come closer and closer. Then I felt Jess slowly lay down over me. I guessed that he was playing dead too. I heard the boots come close to us then they stopped. I felt Jess start to shake. I heard one of the robbers cocking his gun. Jess suddenly jumped up and punched one of the robbers in the face, knocking the gun out of the hand of the robber. Jess then picked up the gun and shot one of the robbers. The robber fell to the ground beside me, dead. I heard another bang and then a yell. It was Jess. He was shot again. He died before he hit the ground. I tried to get up to help him. I got on my hands and knees and I heard another loud noise. Everything went black and then slowly faded to a bright white.

Jess was a true friend. Even when he was shot he tried to save my life. We had so many good times together. Why�d it have to end like this?

About eight days later, I woke up in a hospital. The doctor told me that I had just gotten out of a coma. He told me I had four bullets taken out of me, two bullets in my chest, one in my leg and one in my shoulder. He told me I should thank God that I was still alive, but I knew who I should thank.

So here I am in the hospital, no one left to visit me, lonely. The pain is still here, but it�s not as bad as last week. The doctors say that I will be out of here in a few months or so. I still, everyday, expect Jess to walk through the door and give me a big hug. I know that�ll never happen. I guess it�s just hard to let someone go when they were your best friend since you can remember. I�m sure I�ll see him again.

I just wish that I had of picked heads. None of this would have ever happened.

                                                                                                                    By: Travis Whalen
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