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**TRACY SCOTT**

Antony 's died. He died. Just as Tim did, except his head wasn't cut off, he was shot in cold blood, now he's dead. Once more, I'm fully responsible for this happening.

I wrapped both arms around my waist, shaking tenderly, resting my head against the floor blood, my heart rate was elevated, I couldn't breathe properly any longer. A huge lump rose in my chest, clogging my airway. I stood up, hyperventilating, walking around the room while trying to catch my breath. He's dead. He's dead. Antony 's gone..I'll never see him again because of my actions. He died because of me.

I heard a hissing sound, I turned and the air conditioning begah filling the room with a substance. Once I inhaled it, I felt dizzy, rushing rushing on to something stiff.

For once I was glad he was knocking me out, I'll be haunted in my dream for sure, but while I'm awake I'll feel awful.

Moments later, I slumped to the floor, the effects of the gas working quicker than expected.

"Antony, forgive