19. 28th July ~ Tristan
I roll my eyes. "Oh for God's sake, Ed! Wouldn't it be better if you had someone you trust fighting beside you?" I laugh and start to throw Sherlock Holmes into the air, catching it as It landed gently into my hands. I had to be honest. I wouldn't be able to survive this war. I couldn't even stop the older boys stealing my book! I could fight as hard as I could, but one way or another I was going to die. But I could defend my friends, until the moment I feel the bullet pierce into my heart, leaving me breathless. Lifeless.
I was a dead man walking. And I couldn't stop it...
(Sorry for the short chapter. At school :P )