The Mafia Sacrifice

65

Starr Marie

I jump at the sound of the gun shots.

In fear, I thought to check if I was okay first. I look down at my shirt only to find a big pool of blood on it, though there was no pain.

I couldn't tell if it was my adrenaline or not.

Though— I once heard that you don't feel pain when your adrenaline is higher than normal.

I pull my shirt up to search for the wound if there was one. I never would have thought that a gun —or a war— would be the reason of my death. My eyes stop after I slowly pulled my shirt up only to see...

Nothing.

I gasp at the image of nothing being there.

I'm okay. I'm wasn't shot.

That brought me to the thought, but who was?

I turn to the sudden sound of Grayson screaming for help.

She looked up to the sky, air slapping her back as she fell. The colors fading from blue, to red, then to black.

There laid the woman who he thought was dead— his wife. The woman who he stopped his life for. The woman he once lived for.

But now she was on the ground and she looked to be dead.

And so the rain falls, and so do our faces, as we realize that the world is not what we thought it was.

Grayson

"No. No. NOO. Please wake up," I yell looking at the body of one I didn't expect to be present.

Jennifer.

"I'm sorry but we have to go," A familiar voice yells. "We have to go before the police get here. And before the others get here."

Feeling a comforting touch on my shoulder. "But... I thought.." My mind runs wild with crazy thoughts. Thoughts about the exciting future we could of had. Thoughts about what is lost in the dark night around us.

Anger flood through my veins.

"No," I yelled. "I won't go unless you bring the both of us. Even if my someone is..." I stutter on my last words trying to find the right way to let my thoughts out without collapsing in one.

If my someone is dead.

Dead.

Crazy how someone you thought could live within you for eternity is possibly dead in your vision.

Dead.

I thought she was dead before but now she is really gone. Here she is dying a second time, but only I'm here with her this once.

There she was. Lying in my trembling arms, getting colder and colder, and happier and happier. Because maybe her misery was finally ending in those seconds.

Even if those seconds felt like a shot in my chest.

She was mine, and I was hers. I held her in my arms, and I could almost remember her holding me in hers. We promised each other forever, but who knew that even forever has an end.

I shutter gently swiping my hand across the forehead of someone I cared about. Then I look at the familiar person that has spoken to me. "We both go or I'm not fücking going at all."

Before the familiar, Xavier had a chance to respond, another familiar ran up. Starr yells in an instant, "Take both of them. We need them both alive and well. And see where that other gun shot came from."