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So when I was 17 i met this guy. His name WAS Josh. He was nice and all and we became friends.

We would go everywhere together. The movies, dinner, dances, and for a while people thought we were dating. I just laughed at them because me and Josh were more like brother and sister than anything.

So we would go on walks to. So on one walk, we were in the city. It was late so we stayed close. So I had to go to the bathroom so I walked in this store. It was like drug store and the bathrooms were all the way in the back so I had to go back there.

Josh waited outside for me because it was hot inside and outside but it was cooler outside. 

While I was washing my hands I heard a shot. I knew the city was very dangerous and I thought someone over in an alley got shot. But I was still worried so I finnished up and got back to the store. And then I heard another shot.

As I got closer to the door I saw a group of people standing outside. And when I got closer I saw blood flowing into a storm drain. I was really worried and I ran outside and looked through the crowd to see if I could see Josh. I couldn't see him. I pushed my way through the crowd and there was Josh laying there with a bullet in his arm and leg.

I ran to him and hugged him and he woke up just long enough to say he loved me.

He drifted off again and then the ambulance came and took him to the hospital.

I visited him every day and he got better. That made us really close. And after he got out of the hospital he came to stay with me.

The trouble is that I had a very short patience and he pushed me way to much. After he got shot I also bought a gun for my own protection and that gun came to be my best friend.