I lay there, hopeless and bleeding out as the clock ticks. I think about he. I think about what i could of done.
“This is all my fault” I slowly whisper to myself even though i’m alone and know only my ears will hear the words. I try to lift my arm,only to find i lost any feeling i ever had. I breath heavily,hoping i don't die on myself. My eyes lids begin to grow heavier by the moment. I’m not entirely sure how long i was asleep,but i figured only around 3 hours. Sleep only hurt me with the clock still ticking. I heard a faint noise,but it was all too late. I had been shot.
~1 Week Earlier~
I stare blankly at her.
“What you’re trying to say is that you want me to go to a town with you where more than 30 people have been brutally murdered?!”
I tell Ella. She gives me a stressed look.
“Well when you put it that way..”
I should have expected that old saying of hers. I mean almost two years dating and i still can't manage to understand her odd looks. I give her one of my odd looks in return. She notices my returned look,and replies with:
“You don’t have to go..”
This was all an act. In reality she did care. She cared alot. She knew if she gave me a option to not go, that i’d go.
“Okay,I’ll tell you later my final decision.”
She gives a satisfied breath of air,and hangs up the phone. Pretty normal phone call for a 17 year old couple. I hear a faint vibration. I look to my left to see a text from my mother.
I will be home by 8,love you!
I reply with a satisfied Okay and go onto me and Ellas conversation. Better to tell her now than later.
Hey Ella. I’d love to go to that town with you. Tell me the details later.
And...send.
