Abby was hurt. She couldn’t remember how she got there, At first she was at a party having the time of her life; then there was gun shots, Screaming and running. She watched her best friends drop dead In front of her, without thinking she ran into the woods behind the house. It was atleast midnight, it had to be; and she lost her phone in the midst of running. She was panting, A hand to her side that was bleeding from being grazed by a stray bullet. The other hand clasped over her mouth