Blindly Forgotten

Weak 6

WEAK 

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6

I screamed for him. My heart was pounding in my chest, harder and harder as I tried to make it to my bedroom door. My house is only a one story, but all the rooms connect together. My room was at the other end, and I tripped over more laundry and Walmart bags than I remembered buying. 

My gun only had one bullet installed inside it. But for a man, one shot was all it took to kill.  

My thoughts were jumbled as I slid to my knees next to him.  

I tried, I really did; to turn him over. My arms were protesting and my heart felt uncomfortable in my chest as I breathed.  

I managed to turn him just enough to see his face. Dont give me any credit, he was on his side.  

His dark glasses had fallen off his face, but I didn't care. I brushed the dark hair off his forehead, trying to focus on anything but the stillness of his body as my eyes roamed.  

I took in his dark shirt and his wide shoulders. I wanted to slap him for wearing black. It's almost impossible to see blood in black!  

His jeans were rather dark too, but they weren't ripped or bloody in anyway, which made my heart stop as I registered what that meant.  

He'd been shot.  

Aspen had been shot.  

He'd gotten shot by my gun.  

I froze in place, I couldn't seem to make my body work even as I screamed at myself to check him. Pulse! Is he even breathing? Where was he shot? Is he alive?  

White hot tears scalded my eyes. Blocking my vision from my wounded charge was the pointless saltwater that filled my eyes.  

I felt around his neck for a pulse, and I couldn't find one. I checked, and I searched. Pressing in different places trying to find it, but even as I felt the vein under my fingertips, I felt no response.  

I screamed. I screamed until it faded and my ears rang, but even after I still wasn't strong enough to roll him against me and rock him like I wanted to.  

Because Love was powerless against death. And I was powerless.  

At that moment, I hated my Elders. But more than anything, I truly hated myself.