Clarity

Chapter 29 || draft

Clair de Lune by Claude Debussy
__________________________________

Ian Kemper Perspective

Gun shot

Everyone was silent the moment we all heard a gunshot and my mind told me something was more off than usual as if to run where that came from. "Ian --" without coach stopping me I got out of the locker room jogging "Xan--" I glanced back when I heard footsteps following me , but what's strange was Xander sprints passing me with a widening gap. "Xander wait up!" My words seems to not stop Xander so picking up the pace

Shit! I can't stop this feeling inside of me it feels pale and sicken at the moment wishing nobody got hurt.

Down the hallway Xander ahead while I'm catching up then hearing the second shot this time close.

Xander sprints faster I knew the moment we were at the corner as the bathroom door was open with a trail of blood leaking as my heart flutter down to my stomach eyes widen to see the dark color slowly spreads .

Xander stood at the door his body frozen, eyes widened quickly making my way to the door .

Time froze to what I saw felt as if I'm stuck in one position for decades. My eyes could never unsee something traumatic than I could never imagine.

"No" I gasped out the word as my adrenaline kicks in I leap forward and on my knees I felt his warm blood. My hands were shaking when I touch his lifeless body feeling the distaste of his fading warm fades out of him as he laid lifeless.

I didn't know what to do the moment my bloody hands touched his cheeks when blood kept oozing out from the side of his temple.

The feeling of my heart kept dropping over and over just smelling the stench of raw blood made me sick with my eyes becoming more blurry within seconds.

I knew I was crying

"FUCK!" I turn my head to look at Xander with a phones in his hand as I stare at him in panic. He kept typiing over his phone furiously cussing over and over.

"XANDER FUCKING CALL THE AMBULANCE!!!" I yelled on top of my lungs not giving a single shit at all. There was too much blood and Jodie can't die like this.

I look down to his body just when I noticed another gunshot wound on his torso. The blood won't stop bleeding just like the wound on his temple.

I didn't waste time just taking off my shirt and my gear off.

"For fuck sake Ian they're on their way!" He hissed, I felt his movements when he came closer.

Suddenly, I felt the shirt on my hand yanked from me and all I know is Xander was on the other side pressing his hand on the wound.

This kinda made me jealous, yet I shook off the feeling, "Don't press too hard, or the fucking bullet might as well tear an organ." I groaned, I couldn't help myself to glare on Xander because I feel like this is his fault.

There is no doubt that everyone in the group felt the intense energy coming from both Jodie and Xander, not to mention they hardly meet eye to eye.

"Don't you think I fucking know that!" He exclaims,  I could give a damn what he says we needed to take his body out if here quickly because his… h-his leav-