Gone but Not Forgotten

Okay, well, this was inspired by cleaning my locker. (let me explain ^^; )
 
See, it was the last day of school, and I one of the awards I received for graduation was a certificate acknowledging the fact that I got to the third step in a national writing competition. There were only 3 other students in the entire eighth grade who were acknowledged for this. Anyways, I started wondering what I did with the fictional piece I had sent in to start with. So I looked through my locker and found it! So here it is, and it was dedicated because he died at the end. Unfortunately, I do not have it with me, but I do have the original posted in the fan-fiction forum in the free-writing section, if you want to take a look. ^_^
 
Edit: I just found it, so no one has to hunt through the forums! ^O^ So here it is, sorry for the bigness...
I had never felt so alert, yet so unnerved at the same time. Kira...Where was Kira? That was the only thing going through my mind right now: I have to find Kira. I yelped in surprise as a bullet narrowly missed my head. I felt it glide by me, stirring my black hair like a sudden breeze. Me legs felt numb with shock and fear, and I barely roused myself enough to run into the alley next to me. I could feel my tattered and torn tank top fluttering behind me as I ran, my black hair whipping with the wind. With every slap of my foot against the wet pavement, I felt the fear mount up in me. This was it. I was going to die. I skid to a halt, splashing a little water on the graffiti-covered wall in front of me. shoot! A dead end! I whipped around as I heard voices, pressing myself against the cold, wet wall. I became more aware of my injuries as a sharp pain shot up through my leg like a bullet and a trickle of blood crept down my cheek.  I clenched my teeth and clamped my eyes shut, trying to calm myself and block out the voices around me. Think. Think. Think. You have to find a way out. You're not going to die in this hell hole. My heart missed a beat as the two men that were hunting me like the dog I was appeared in the alley. For a moment, I shut my eyes tight again, expecting the cold embrace of death. But for some reason, that pain did not come. Instead, I found myself running-I hadn't even realized I was-faster than I ever had before, shoving people out of my way, tempted to scream at the top of my lungs. But my pride kept hold, and I knew I still had to find Kira.  I ran until it hurt, scalded my lungs with every breath, my muscles aching so much that I wanted to cut them off to end the pain. I collapsed on the ground, the passerby jumping out of my way as I crashed into the pavement. I didn't care. I didn't care that I was hurt. I didn't care that all these people were staring at me...Were they people? My vision was getting blurry and they looked like multi-colored blobs to me. But two things alerted my mind for an instant: a gunshot, and a high-pitch scream of terror and pain. Kira...I was too late, for both of us now...I was suddenly aware of tears streaming down my cheeks, mixing with my blood to form a crimson puddle beneath me. I don't know what had spoiled on the ground, probably milk or something, but it trickled into the pool of blood and began to mix with the salty, metallic-tasting liquid. It became a pale shade of pink...Things came flooding to my mind...Kira's favorite color had been pink...She had given me a pink handkerchief when I had said I had to go see Meisodd...Pink...that color signified....something...I felt a vague frustration as my dying mind couldn't comprehend what it meant. And then I knew. Pink...the color of love...Kira' and I loved each other...A content smile crossed my face. I was going to see Kira soon...I hoped she would wait for me, just like she always had...
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Wow, I just made the description REALLY big....shoot, I'm making it biggger. >