She was walking home peacefully and happily but a bit worried about her final exams. When all of the sudden she was shot in the back and she dropped to the ground. She tried to get up and keep walking, the shooter came up running towards her, trying to heal the wound. He kept trying and trying for hours to fix what he has done, and it worked kind of. He helped her stand up and she was leaning on him to get to the hospital. Just when things were starting to get better, the shooter shots again by accident. Not only that but he shoots in the exact same place he shot her the first time. That's when she fell to the ground and couldn't get up anymore. She was hurt, she was bleeding, she couldn't handle the pain. She turned and laid down on her back, looking up she saw her the person she loved the most, she held his hand and that's when she realized that he was the one who was pulling the trigger all along. He didn't mean to hurt her but she was hurt either way. He is trying to aid her and trying to keep her alive. She is slowly dying.
To Be Continued...
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Reflection
Short StoryThis will be a mini series each "chapter" will be a different story about random things. This is deep reflective writing so do not expect characters and what so ever. More info in the introduction. Enjoy :*
