My true love, Moose (Adam Sevani)

Chapter 7

Leslie.

My door bell rang. I got up from my postion from my bed and went towards the door. I opened it and it was a delivery guy with a packet.

"May I help you?" I asked the delivery guy

"Yes. Uh, this is for America Lopez" He said giving me a packet

I felt like crying when he mentioned her name

"Can you sign here" He pointed where I had to sign

I signed and thanked the delivery guy and closed the door

I walked back to my room and opened the packet

I gasped

It was the pictures that America and I took before we left to the battle against The 410. She probably printed them from her phone

I sighed and looked at the pictures and laughed a bit at the pose we were doing. Before I knew it, a tear escaped my eye and down my cheek

*Flashback*

I ran outside after the gun shots. Why? Because America wasn't with us! That's why! I can't risk anything happening to her! She has been my best friend since we were little kids.

Justin.

We followed Leslie. She ran outside. We tried calling her but she didn't look back at all.

When she finally reached the door, she slammed it open.

"Oh my god!"

Tears escaped her eyes. She fell to her knees and grabbed her best friend in her arms

Leslie.

"America!" I cried

America was the one who got shot.

I grabbed her and pulled her in my arms, not caring if her blood was on me

I heard sirens coming closer every second. I looked to my right and saw two ambulances

They got off the ambulance and took America from me and put her on a stretcher. They ran towards the ambulance and put her in there

They started asking me questions on what happened, I didn't answer them. I just stared at the paramedics helping America come back to life

I knew she wasn't coming back. I just knew it, the person that shot her, shot her on her chest, near her heart.

After I finally answered the paramedic's questions. He went back into the ambulance

Andie hugged me tight and brushed my hair with her hand, I sobbed on her shoulder, replaying what happened moments ago. Until a paramedic spoke to us

"We have some bad news..." A paramedic said to us

Andie nods, signaling him to continue and she continued brushing my hair

"...we can't do anything else, we tried everything!....but, she's gone."

Those words kept replaying in my head. 'She's gone. She's gone."

I screamed and cried my eyes out on Andie's shoulder

"No, please...not yet" I whispered

"I'm very sorry for your loss" the paramedic left into the ambulance and took America

I absolutely broke down. I cried on her chest. Andie hugged me tight and just whispered "shhh" near my ear and hugged me tighter. She sits on the ground, pulling me with her and stroked my hair again. She makes me look at her