I watched as he was shot down like some wild animal. He was meaningless to the people who shot him, but to me, he was my heart and soul. He was someone I looked up to. Someone who I wanted to be proud of me. I wanted to see him grow old. I wanted to show him that I could make something out of my life and now all that has been taken away. How did and could it all happend SO fast? I didn't even get to say goodbye to him.