"I Made A Terrible Mistake."
Everything around him was growing cold. The concrete beneath him was sapping his warmth quicker than his wounds were. "So this is it," he thought. The blood leaking from him became cold under him. Who would've thought he would die alone in a dingy back alley? Not him. Maybe he could get up? He tried gently rolling onto his side, but the sharp pain from his abdomen cut that idea short. "Well, fuck," he croaked. He heard footsteps coming toward him. Whether or not it was help in the way of ending him or saving him, who even knew. "To hell with it," he sighted to himself. 26 seems to be a good age to die. The footsteps suddenly stopped and he saw a blurry shape lean over him. "Hey, man...are you alright?" Blood bubbled him his lips as he laughed slightly. "Do I look like I can dance right now?" The shape focused in front of him and what he saw stopped his laughing for a moment. What was staring at him was a brown skinned man...