"Don't stop. Shoot me right now," I cried.
"What on earth happened to you? You're bleeding!" she ran to me and screamed. She ran closely to me. She knew she was in no danger. She looked at me. She saw my bloody hands and clothes soaked in blood. There was much blood. I wanted to calm her down so she wouldn't worry about me. I tried to tell her that it was just a scratch and that it was nothing more. She squeezed my hand. She looked into my eyes. Hers showed fear and concern at the same time. We hadn't seen each other in years, and suddenly, I appeared at her door covered in blood with a bullet in my side.
"Look at us," I laughed.
"What are you laughing at? It would help if you went to the hospital immediately," she urged. I was sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall. I could barely hold on. Zooey supported me. I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.
"Look at me, how I turned out. I crawled up to you. I ruined my life. Even if mom doesn't see it," I said guiltily. We talked. They were getting close again, but the wound was still bleeding quite a bit.
Jack was clutching the phone.
"Call 911," Zooey yelled at him.
He did as she told him, even though he didn't look thrilled to see me. "They had... she had... Ryan. I want...," I babbled.
And immediately, I passed out. I felt cold but no more pain.
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My Life with Death
Mystery / ThrillerFor all my life, I was always working with death. Previously, I negotiated justice for creatures that died out millions of years ago and afterward also for humans - victims of brutal crimes nowadays. But one human I couldn't help. And the person was...
