My death was completely accidental in every way. Not to mention extremely unlucky. Before we begin, I think it's worthy to note that I'm not, nor have I ever been, a brave person. I am a coward in every sense of the word.
My name is Kaye Maddix, and I died at sixteen.
Really, it seems almost comical now. I bet a made a stupid face as I went. Anyways, I'm getting off topic.
Honestly; I think I have my horrible sense of direction to blame. I made a wrong turn. Not a big deal, right? Wrong. I should've turned away when I heard rustling. Instead, I continued on blindly, thinking only about how mad my parents would be that I was late.
I almost fell flat on my face when I turned down that alley. A masked person in a black hood was seemingly strangling some poor girl.
"Hey!" I called out. That was mistake number two.
The guy turned around, seemingly startled. The girl took this as an opportunity to squirm away. The guy's hood fell off as he went to grab her and I got a good look at his face. That was strike three.
"Ok, um I'm… just gonna leave now…" I murmured, slowly backing away.
I'm not proud of it. Alive me was a coward. I like to think I'm better now, though. At least a little…
That was when the guy pulled out a gun, and shot me in the chest, before taking off.
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