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Charlie lay on the floor across the room, a dark pool of blood slowly spreading out from him. His face turned away from where I stood by the door, frozen. I couldn’t move, couldn’t react. My head was telling me to run to him, help him, make sure he was okay, but my heart was screaming ‘not Charlie!’.
Charlie was my life. He was my reason for living. Just seeing him there, dying, maybe even dead was just too much to take in. It had always been Charlie there to catch me when I fell, and to pick me up when I was down. He was always the one to get me out of a sticky situation, and to heal my wounds. Even just the thought of it being Charlie in trouble seemed unreal. It always had done.
“Charlie?” I whispered. I stepped further into the room, getting control of my legs back. I walked over to him and dropped to my knees. “Charlie!?”
My voice rose as I started to panic. I grasped his shoulder and rolled him over towards me, hardly aware that I was kneeling in a pool of blood. His blood. Charlie’s blood.