Manners with the Devil

15

G I A V A N N A        A M A T O

Gunshots. Gunshots. Gunshots.

The pain of bullets shooting through the air, slitting my ears and creating horrifying images in my head.

What was going on? I don't know.

Am I going to die? I don't know.

Maybe.

In an instant, a figure fled towards me. Their hands attatch my waist and pulls me into the bathroom.

I'm not fighting them off - i could - but I don't care anymore. Take me. I deserve it.

Just tell Sebastien I love him.

He took me into a cubicle. Locks the door. And places my lifeless body on the closed toilet seat.

Tears drools down my cheeks.

This is the end.

My body begins to shake.

More Gunshots are being fired.

I start to loose it.

Where is Sebastien?

Where is Sebastien?

Where is Sebastien?

That's all I can think of. Where he is.

My head felt heavy. The gunshots started to echo out of my head. My vision turns to a blur.

I cant breathe.

I cant breathe.

I cant breathe.

Someone help, I cannot breath.

My lungs are tight. My ribcage is trying to spread out. I can't do this.

I'm going to die.

I'm going to die.

I'm going to die.

I'm alone. I need Sebastien. My father. Vivvian. Anyone. I need someone.

I try to flood oxygen into my mouth. I failed.

I keep on trying. But I always end up failing.

Someone holds me down.

My ears unplug. But my eyes stay shut. Hoping this would all end.

"Breathe Giavanna. Breathe for me. You got this, take a deep Breathe in." An Italian voice speaks, one that I recognise.

I recognise this voice.

I recognise this voice.

The voice reminds me of home.

Home in Italy.

However, I'm not home. I'm in my worste nightmare, a murder scene.

Gunshots. Gunshots. Gunshots.

I start to loose it again.

I cant do this.

I cant do this.

I cant do this.

I'm definitely going to die.

"GIAVANNA?" I hear his voice.

I hear Sebastien calling my name.

My name.

He's calling for me, but I can't call for him.

My words muffle up.

My vocal cords are tied together.