My heart is pounding against my chest. I never thought my whole world could just crumble in front of me in a matter of seconds. I feel as if the breathe has been knocked out of me. Seeing Emma lying in the street lifeless breaks everything inside of me. This is all my fault. I shouldn't have stopped her. I should've let her just go home. She would be safe in her room right now. Not here. Not on the ground. This has to to be all a dream. This isn't real I say to myself. I run to her, falling to the ground next to her, rummaging for my phone trying to call 911 as fast as possible. I fumble trying to type the numbers on the screen. I can't control my shaking. I hear the gasps and chattering of what I believe to be people surrounding us, but I don't pay them any attention. All I see is Emma on
