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Midnight. In a flat somewhere in downtown Seattle a skinny raven-haired boy with shining green eyes stands in his shower crying quietly. 'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry,' he whispers, clutching his bruised ribs as hot water pounds down on his beaten and scratched back. 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry,' he continues muttering as he scrubs at the bold words written in black on the backs of his hands. Bloody. 'It's my fault. All my fault. I should've come sooner,' he cries, his sobs getting louder by the second.

11 P.M. In a back alley in Seattle, a girl with blond hair lies, blank eyes unseeing of the stars above her. A knife lies nearby in a pool of semi-solidified dark red fluid. Rats scurry away at the sound of footsteps. 'Jamie?' a boys tentative voice calls from the shadows. 'Ewww,' the voice exclaims as he steps unknowingly in the girl's lifeblood. 'Jamie, what is this? Jamie?' The voice falters as he catches sight of the girl in the gutter, her blood running down the plugged up drain. 'Oh my god, Jamie!' he cries, jumping forwards, falling to his knees, clutching at her shoulders. 'No Jamie, no, don't do this to me, don't leave me here alone, Jamie, don't go, Jamie, please don't go, Jamie!' he screams her name to the silent night, tears clogging his throat. He's sobbing now, face buried in her shoulder, rocking gently. 'Oh god Jamie… I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry…' He stops moving at the sound of footsteps, and turns just in time to be hit by a flying fist. 'This is for Jamie, you bastard! You killed her!' the voice is muffled and unrecognizable, the source invisible to the shocked boy. More blows rain down on his arms, and he relinquishes his hold on the girl's shoulders, falling backwards. He doesn't even consider fighting back. Heavily booted feet connect with his midsection and shoulders. He slips towards unconsciousness. With his last ounce of strength, he drags himself back to the girl, and wraps his thin frame around her frail body, trying in vain to protect her from the merciless beating.

9 P.M. A girl stands behind a dumpster in an alley in Seattle. She stares unhappily at her phone. She'd texted him ten minutes ago, but he had yet to show himself. He never takes this long. She can feel the weight of her uncle's hunting knife acutely against her hip. He's got ten more minutes, she thinks wearily, as she slumps down against the wall.

8:50 P.M. The boy stares at his phone angrily. I need you now. Meet me in the alley in ten? it reads. He glanced awkwardly at the papers filled with small, messy writing strewn on and around his desk. He's been feeling the urge to write, lyrics, poetry, anything, all day, and doesn't want to leave now. She'll be fine, he tells himself. She always is. Still, he can't keep thoughts of her out of his mind as he pours his heart out onto the paper.

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Midnight. In a flat somewhere in downtown Seattle a skinny raven-haired boy with shining green eyes stands in his shower crying quietly. 'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry,' he whispers, clutching his bruised ribs as hot water pounds down on his beaten and scratched back. 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry,' he continues muttering as he scrubs at the bold words written in black on the backs of his hands. Bloody. 'It's my fault. All my fault. I should've come sooner,' he cries, his sobs getting louder by the second.

11 P.M. In a back alley in Seattle, a girl with blond hair lies, blank eyes unseeing of the stars above her. A knife lies nearby in a pool of semi-solidified dark red fluid. Rats scurry away at the sound of footsteps. 'Jamie?' a boys tentative voice calls from the shadows. 'Ewww,' the voice exclaims as he steps unknowingly in the girl's lifeblood. 'Jamie, what is this? Jamie?' The voice falters as he catches sight of the girl in the gutter, her blood running down the plugged up drain. 'Oh my god, Jamie!' he cries, jumping forwards, falling to his knees, clutching at her shoulders. 'No Jamie, no, don't do this to me, don't leave me here alone, Jamie, don't go, Jamie, please don't go, Jamie!' he screams her name to the silent night, tears clogging his throat. He's sobbing now, face buried in her shoulder, rocking gently. 'Oh god Jamie… I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry…' He stops moving at the sound of footsteps, and turns just in time to be hit by a flying fist. 'This is for Jamie, you bastard! You killed her!' the voice is muffled and unrecognizable, the source invisible to the shocked boy. More blows rain down on his arms, and he relinquishes his hold on the girl's shoulders, falling backwards. He doesn't even consider fighting back. Heavily booted feet connect with his midsection and shoulders. He slips towards unconsciousness. With his last ounce of strength, he drags himself back to the girl, and wraps his thin frame around her frail body, trying in vain to protect her from the merciless beating.

9 P.M. A girl stands behind a dumpster in an alley in Seattle. She stares unhappily at her phone. She'd texted him ten minutes ago, but he had yet to show himself. He never takes this long. She can feel the weight of her uncle's hunting knife acutely against her hip. He's got ten more minutes, she thinks wearily, as she slumps down against the wall.

8:50 P.M. The boy stares at his phone angrily. I need you now. Meet me in the alley in ten? it reads. He glanced awkwardly at the papers filled with small, messy writing strewn on and around his desk. He's been feeling the urge to write, lyrics, poetry, anything, all day, and doesn't want to leave now. She'll be fine, he tells himself. She always is. Still, he can't keep thoughts of her out of his mind as he pours his heart out onto the paper.