Wearing the Mask.

Chapter Ten.

So as the party was going on someone thought it would be funny to pull out a gun. Shots are fired. My head is pounding from the noise. No screams like in the movies. Ryans' face is in fear. "Katie!" His face is red and looks like he's screaming. But it sounds muffled.

I stand confused throughout the muffled noise. "Katie!" He's mouthing the words. "We need to go. Now." I tilt my head to the side. And then I look down.

My left shoulder is covered in blood. With the blue dress I had on it looks purple. Heh, purple. I look back at Ryan, his face is broken. And then I see black forming around my eyes. He pushes against my back toword our room. I tripped a couple of times on the way up the stairs.

He sets me on the bed and takes off my dress. He throws pants at me, "Here. Put these on." So I do, but I need help. I can't hardly use my left arm. So Ryan helps me pull them up. "Oh Kate... How could I let this happen? Why couldn't it be me?"

I try to say something but nothing comes out. "Kate?" Tears start to fall down my face, not because of pain, but because of fear.

He takes a look at the bullet wound. He reaches in and with his other hand he grabs mine. "I'm sorry if this hurts. Ju- just tell me if it hurts." I nod and I don't feel a thing. I smile for reassurance. And he faintly smiles back.

He takes out the bullet and shows me. I nod and he puts it in a small cup. He takes a needle and string and starts to stich me up. I honestly don't feel a thing.

"There we are, looks good as new." He looks so proud, but his eyes look so sad. I nod along with a smile. "Kate, can you talk now." I open my mouth and this time a squeal comes out. I quick cover my mouth. He smiles an pats my head. Then kisses my forehead. "It's okay Kate."

I point at my shirt and start to do grabby hands. "Oh!" Ryan gets up and picks up my black shirt and gives it to me. Then I try to put it on. Right arm first and then, "Ahh!" In a high pitch squeal.

"Hey, shh. It's okay." I start to sob. I'm sitting on the edge of the bed and he is standing. So I pull him to stand in front of me, take off my glasses, and put my head by his tummy tum. I just sob. I can hear him sighing and he pets my head. It's starting to hurt.

"Owwie! Owwie!" I sob. Ahh, it really fucking hurts. My whole left shoulder burns with pain. "Oww!" The tears are hot falling down. I look up at Ryan, "H-h-how d-d-do you m-m-m-make it s-s-s-stop?"

He got down to eye-level with me, "Kate. Take some really good asprin." He takes out a bottle and I take three or four. "Wait!"

Too late I swallowed them.

"Kate, you could die from the amount you just took." I close my eyes and give a frustrated look. "Why didn't you tell me that before?"

"Because I thought you were smart enough to read the lable."

"I'm in excruciating pain and you want me to read the lable?"

He mutters, "I guess not."

"Hey Ryan, how fast do these work?"

"Well maybe ten minutes? I'm not sure?"

And just as he finishes his sentence I drift to sleep.