STUBBORN HEARTS<3 (complete)

Nightmare

No, I refused to be just left out. I am not to be ignored and forgotten. Ugh! I don’t know why but

it irks me to see someone act so concern for the pest. He’s just a pest; he doesn’t deserve that

much attention to the point of me being forgotten. With that in mind, I stepped out of the car and

followed the two inside the house without waiting for an invitation. I saw the girl assisted the

pest inside a room. Still, I followed.

“Take of your shirt and lie down on your stomach” the girl said. I backed off in one corner and

watched as the pest obeyed the girl. The girl went out of the room and came back after a while

with a basin of water, pieces of clean fabric, and a first aid kit box. She went to the bed and

started applying some solution on the pest’s back. Then, she took something from the basinsome

sort of a pick-up instrument. She inserted the tip in the wound, making the pest grunt a

little.

“What are you doing?” I asked, aghast.

“What do you think? I’m taking off the bullet” she hissed. The moment she took out the bullet, a

small amount of blood oozed from the wound, making me nauseous. I dizzily went to the door

and settled myself outside. I don’t know why the sight of the blood suddenly made me dizzy

when in fact, I’ve seen worst. I don’t remember feeling nauseous when I saw Mr. Nah, Grandma

and Grandpa’s blood.

I swallowed the bile forming in my throat. I closed my eyes and leaned my forehead against the

wall. What is happening? Why are these stupid things happening to me? I need answers and I

need them now.

I was alerted by nearing footsteps. I opened my eyes and straightened up in time to see the girl

glaring at me.

“How is he?” I asked.

“Luckily, he won’t die” she acidly acid. “You should be thankful it wasn’t that serious. Because

if that wasn’t the case, I’ll finish you off myself and give your body to those guys chasing after

you”

Now wait a minute! How dare she talk to me like that? But then again, I told myself that she just

helped the pest so I should behave.

“I’m glad it’s nothing serious”

“You should! Because it’s your fault why he got shot in the first place” she said and walked

away, arms heavy with soiled items.

Okay, so I’m starting to smell a nasty cat fight boiling up. Huh! Did she think I would just let her

get away? Of course not! Not me! I won’t back out from a fight! No way! So I followed her.

“How dare you blame me? It wasn’t my fault if those guys can’t aim well! I didn’t ask them to

chase after us and shoot him! And FYI, those guys are after me, not the pest!”

“Oh!” she sardonically laughed as she put the items on the sink. “So you think it was an