I looked down at the corpse. Dead.Everyone I know is slowly dying out while I can’t do anything about it.Why?Because all I can do is watch them die,slowly, and try to hold back the tears that are just trying to flow out of my eyes.This was my uncle, dead.He worked as a mechanic, the kind that fixes cars and stuff,and then,when I go to visit him with my dad,we find him dead on the floor, blood coming from behind him.We call the cops and some abulances come with the police car. They believe that a tire fell on him or an engine,but I know for a fact that it was a gunshot. Cause he’s bleeding from the back…and if he were hit in the back, his face would be toward the ground…but he was facing up.And the shop owner did it.He had his hands behind his back the whole time.I also saw a trickle of silver metal from behind.That backstabber. I whispered something that I really don’t know what I even said, but I whispered something, and sat by my mom who was crying hard over her brother dying.It wasn’t ok.Nothing was.