In the stars. | A collection of short stories: B.E

𝘼 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮.

A/n: This chapter involves a lot of blood so Hemephobia warning - I freaked myself out because well I have Hemephobia. Billie is Octavia's 'protecter' suddenly, lol that sounds weird... anywayssss this is young Billie she is 18 in this :)

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⚠️Trigger warning: Blood ⚠️

★Omniscient★

The woods were cloaked in an eerie silence as Billie, bundled up in an oversized hoodie, decided to take a solitary walk to clear her mind. The snow fell gently, creating a serene landscape that seemed untouched by the chaos of the world. Little did she know that tranquillity would soon be shattered.

As Billie strolled deeper into the woods, the hushed whispers of the trees were interrupted by a distant, anguished cry. It wasn't an animal's call but a human wail, a sound that sent shivers down Billie's spine. Following the noise, she stumbled upon a clearing where the snowy ground was stained crimson. There, sprawled on the cold earth, lay a young woman, her face contorted in pain.

Billie's heart raced as she took in the scene. The injured woman's blood mingled with the pristine snow, creating a macabre tableau. The young woman's breaths were labored, visible in the frosty air, and her eyes pleaded for salvation.

"Oh god, no," Billie muttered, her breath hitching. Panic welled up within her, transforming the serene woods into a nightmarish realm. She fumbled for her phone, intending to call for help, but her trembling hands betrayed her. The phone slipped from her grasp and tumbled into the snow.

Frantically, Billie dialed the emergency number with trembling fingers, her voice shaky as she described the dire situation. Meanwhile, the injured woman, her name now known to Billie as Octavia, lay there, her body convulsing with the cold and pain.

"I don't want to die," Octavia whimpered, her words hanging in the frigid air. Her tears, stricken by the cold, formed glistening trails down her frozen cheeks. Each tear seemed to freeze mid-descent, capturing the desperation etched on her face.

Billie, unable to contain her fear, paced back and forth, muttering assurances to Octavia and herself. "Help is coming, Octavia. Just hang in there," she said, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and empathy.

As the minutes stretched into an agonizing eternity, Billie knelt beside Octavia, trying to comfort her. The forest, once a haven of peace, now felt like a surreal stage for a tragedy. Billie's hands fumbled with Octavia's shirt, desperately searching for the source of the bleeding.

When Billie's fingers grazed the warm, sticky surface of the gunshot wound, a wave of nausea swept over her. She recoiled for a moment but forced herself to continue. "We're going to get through this, Octavia. Just hold on a little longer," Billie murmured, her voice quivering.

Their breaths mingled in the frigid air as they awaited the distant wail of the approaching ambulance. The snow continued to fall, indifferent to the unfolding drama beneath its serene descent. And in that frozen moment, amidst the crimson snow and the silent woods, the struggle for life echoed through the stillness, leaving an indelible mark on both Billie and Octavia.

Billie's hands trembled in the biting cold as she hastily removed her hoodie and draped it over Octavia, the fabric providing a feeble barrier against the frigid air. The snowy landscape seemed to mock their vulnerability, but Billie pressed on, her determination fueled by the urgency of the situation.

Octavia's groans filled the air, a haunting melody of pain that resonated through the desolate woods. The crimson-stained snow around them bore witness to the struggle for survival, a stark contrast to the pristine beauty that had once enveloped the forest.