Personal Narrative: There's So Much Blood

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There’s so much blood. I have never seen so much blood. 6 hours earlier...
My friends and I are just having a good time at the bar in downtown Memphis. They are drinking beer discussing about the economic inequality in America. So I ask Chad, “Why are there people lying in the street with nothing to their names, and then people living in huge mansions down the street? That is not the American Dream.” Chad responds, saying,” It is because they will either in and out of jail or they never had nothing growing up and also was really poor and felt like they couldn't do nothing with their life but the rich people was always wealthy and got better stuff and didn't have to try hard for nothing.”
Then out of nowhere, I get a call from an unknown number. The caller identified himself as James Ray.
He called my phone and told me
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Shortly the ambulance had made it there all I could see where blue and red flashing lights in my eyes. I felt the ambulance man pick me up and put me on the stretcher. It felt like life was going in slow motion and all I could feel and hear was my heart pumping blood. Also I could notice that the man was talking to me. Chad was saying “everything is going to be okay, I promise ” but the rest of the stuff was bleary and sounded like they were uttered.
When they closed the ambulance doors I could tell they were going fast rushing me to the Memphis hospital and from there it felt like I have blacked feeling like my eyes were open but I couldn't see nothing. When they soon put me in the Hospital bed them notice that they were too late and I have died right there in Memphis Tennessee in Memphis hospital on that

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