Checking his watch, Geret frowned. Smoothing back his unkempt brown hair he looked over the others in line wondering...waiting... He bit his fingers anxiously pondering over the safety of his girlfriend. He fidgeted. Paced. He refused to leave. It was already aiming for midnight, he could care less if he ever slept again, he had to know she was safe.<br/><strong>A state of shock built. </strong><br/>Sliding his back against the wall he curled up into a ball, at first biting the blue sleeves of his sweater, and then his own fingers, locking his teeth tightly around them, as if it kept his entire bottom glued to the ground. His entire body began to tremble, his heart<em>beating an olympic marathon. </em><br/><em>She's dead... She's gone... <br/>No she has to be alive! </em><br/>Oh what to believe!<br/>A hint of reality pricked him in the side as tears streamed down his cheeks, "Why?! Why not me?!" He exclaimed in front of the crowd. But no one turned their head even once.