Shuricel

I'm pretty sure it began with a car crash. Not the ones that begin with a crrrrack and a crinkle of metal and end with mad interrogations of "You crashed into me!" and "Really, I'd feel better if you gave me your insurance number." This one began with a screeeeech and a veering of tires and ends with horrific cries of "Dead...he's dead!" and "...do we call 911?". There was a kid. I remember this, because I had talked to him not five minutes before. He was doing something bad, drugs or gangs or sex or something. I tried to talk to him. He shouted. I cried. It was pathetic. Then, he ran. Stupid being I was, I followed. So now there's a blo