“He had a gun, and he struck my head with it. I knew he was violet, yet I was very surprised that he would do something like that.” Amelia pulled back her hair to reveal a bruise on her head the size of her fist. “Then he… He grabbed my neck and lifted me into the air… I.. I couldn’t breath, and I I didn’t know what to do….. Before I realized what happened I had punched him in the stomach. Not very hard, not enough to even give him a bruise. But when my fist met his stomach he dropped me and fell on the concrete. I knew what was happening. He was dieing. I pulled back his shirt to reveal a gun wound. I dropped beside him, and held him until he died. I tried to tell him I loved him, but he never responded. After he died I was on my own. The police chased me, but I got away, and ran to the bar.. I had to find out who killed him. I talked to the manager, until he finally adimitted that the other day my dad had started a fight, and the man who was fighting him shot his gun. He didn't realize my dad got shot. But dad just left. Later he said he was cleaning up when he discovered a pile of fresh blood. He knew that my dad had died because of it, but wouldn’t admit it to the police because he didn’t want to getted ‘sued’. I tried to tell the police, but they didn’t believe me.” Amelia choked for a moment as she cried.