the book report

30

I came back to reality, grabbing a shovel from the ground.

I whacked him with it, making him fall back a bit.

I then but the pointy part of it to his neck and shoved him against the wall, putting pressure on it.

"FUCKING DIE." I yelled loudly.

I started grunting loudly.

"WHEN.. WILL YOU EVER... FUCKING.. DIE?!?!" I asked to no one.

I used my full strength to jab the man, making his dead come right off.

I saw the head roll off, then dropped to the ground, splashing into a pool of someone's blood.

I didn't know who's it was, but it got all over my knees and shirt.

I crawled over to Sasha and knelt down beside her.

Sasha was wheezing, almost not breathing.

"Sasha cmon get up, stop being so lazy.." I said softly.

Sasha tilted her eyes to me,
But nothing else.

Sasha spit blood out, choking a bit like she was trying to say something.

She finally said what she said, then looked back to the ceiling.

I couldn't tell what she said, but I think she said "I love you".

Sasha's mouth started leaking blood as I checked her pulse.

Dead.

I picked the upper part of her body up from the pool of her own blood and onto my lap.

I hugged Sasha, crying loudly.

I wanted to scream, but I couldn't. I couldn't talk.

I let Sasha down and put my hands in the pool of blood to stabilize myself from falling.

We heard sirens a few moments later.

I was still crying, but Harley and Joan looked back.

The police walked through the broken glass to see the horror.

Blood everywhere, dead bodies, bloody weapons.

"Identify yourselves!" A officer shouted at us.

We all got up, then turned to the police officer.