My life, my pain

Chapter 6. The missing report.(no more days)

Sams POV

My sisters gone, because of me. Michael wants my sister back, not me. My dad's in jail, with a beaten up face, because of me. What can I do right. I'm going to do it, today.

Michael walks up to me and hugs me again. Me being the naive girl I am, I snuggle into his chest and just stand there. But this is a friendship, not a relationship like I dream it would be.

I pulled away and walked off, not caring if he wanted to talk or not. I grabbed the gun from my dad's draw and went back to my room.

Is this goodbye to the world?
Do I have the guts?
What would Michael think?
What if ambers alive?
Would she be sad?

I hold the gun up to my head and shakily holding the trigger, it's time for me to go......I guess this is goodbye world.

I press on the trigger and all I can hear is the gunshot and a scream. Why can't I feel pain, maybe I died too quickly?

I looked at the gun, and it isn't facing me. And I look to where the gun is facing.
My sister took the bullet, lying down holding her stomach, she tries to get up but squeals in pain. I rush to her and she whispers to me.

"Why do we always end up with these situations?" I laughed quietly and hugged her, but she didn't have the strength to hug me back, I knew that.

Michael runs in already knowing someone's hurt. But was wide eyed to see amber. He woke up from the daze and ran towards amber.

"Babe, I have to put you on the bed, just stay calm, this is going to hurt" Michael says and slowly picks up amber, her screaming, cursing, begging for Michael to leave her to die.

Finally we got to ambers room and amber was laying on the bed.

"Hey idiots" she coughed, half chocking on her blood.
"Why didn't I just lay on sams bed, it's bloody less painful"

"Amber I have to get the bullet out" Michael says and amber shakes her head.
"Hell no, I'd rather die" she snarls as Michael nods at me. I'm going to have to get the bullet out.

A split second later, Michael jumps over the bed and holds ambers arms, swinging his legs over hers. That's just an awkward position.......
I grabbed the tweezers and slowly dig around to find the bullet, it's really deep.
"It's really deep" I shout as he motions to keep going.
I grab the tweezers again and find the bullet. And slowly pull it out. I can see in ambers facial expression that she's in complete agony, why do I have to be the fucked up sister. If she dies from this, am I a murderer?

I finally pull the bullet out and amber lays there in shock, and pain.
"Lastly, we have to sow it up and clean the wound" Michael says proudly which amber quickly shoots down with her death glare, her death glare is the scariest shit, I swear.

She was swearing the whole time while being stitched up. I walked out of the room to check on my cuts. And one was bleeding,
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