*Zendaya's POV*
I shielded my face with my arms, even though that wouldn't help at all.
I heard the gun click once and i shut my eyes.
BANG
I couldn't feel anything. No pain at all.
I opened my eyes to examine the scene and was left confused because I saw Bella on the ground, gripping her shoulder.
I quickly got up and ran over to her. Blood was pouring out of her previously shot wound and her fresh wound in her shoulder.
"HELP! PLEASE! HELP! BELLA'S BEEN SHOT! PLEASE!" I pleaded, tears streaming down my face. But nothing. No reply, no one coming to help my currently dying best friend in the whole world.
I had to help her. I couldn't let her just die. She means the world to me.
I took off my jacket and tighty tied it around her first bullet wound, then took off her jacket and tied it around her shoulder -if that's possible-. I then took my shirt off and laid it under her head. I couldn't care less if I was half naked. I have to save her.
A/N: Sorry for such a short chapter.
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