(DAWSON)It wasn’t winter yet, but I could feel the whole of my body shiver as I held on to Samantha, the temperature of her body was dropping drastically, her heartbeat fainter; there and then, I didn’t know what to wish for, or what to do. I wasn’t a true believer; I doubted if God would answer my prayers if I tried to pray to him now. My sister was dying in my arms; the men who shot her had fled. I couldn’t go after them, leaving my sister to die on the streets, neither would the ambulance I had called a few minutes ago get here quickly to save her, I knew she wouldn’t make it. However, it was the very first time I had just a tiny bit of hope for someone dying to live, I had seen so many deaths; but this was different.The pain was different, it was as if the bullet was inside of me too, twisting and dancing around the fence of my heart. Threatening to go straight to the center and stop me from breathing, for a moment, I wished that would happen; dying and going to the afterlife wi
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