Death is inescapable, I realize this now as I watch the oak box lower slowly into the ground, as a preacher speaks words that I no longer listen to. My mind slowly drifts back to that night, the sky was dark as ink, and me and her were running silently down the sleepy streets, racing each other like we always do, except this night was different, this night was cruel. A big hulking man came out of his house, towering over us, and started growling that we were looting, we tried to deny him, but he refused to listen, he was crazed and pulled out a shining black gun, that he pointed straight at my chest, I was too scared to move as he started to pull the trigger, but she wasn't, she pushed me out of the way, and now I am watching her body get buried in the grave.