Remember Me

Chpt 2: The Bullet

                                                  Diana

"WAIT! Stop!" I run as fast as I can to the idiot leaning of the edge of the bridge. I grab his arm to make sure he doesn't fall of, but he jolts at my touch instead. "What are you doing?" I never understood why people did this. 

"What do you think I'm doing?" This guy was really getting on my nerve. I pull him onto the safe side of the bridge

"How could you be so selfish?" I know I never experienced depression, let alone this bad before, but come on. Before I said anything I regret, I looked him up and down him. He wasn't that bad, I mean he did look like a twig and his clothes looked like he stole them off a homeless person. His face needed some serious work. He needed a skincare routine desperately. But his jawline was pretty nice. I could barely see his eyes through his glasses that were at least an inch thick. I noticed he had a heart shaped scar on the right side of his neck.

The way he looked at me though, it was like each little detail of my face, he was storing away in his long term memory. He suddenly ran towards the edge and jumped off. "STOP!"I screamed at him, but I knew it was too late.

I woke up with a start, my heart beating out of control and sweat covering ever square inch of my body. I told myself that it was just a dream. The boy didn't jump off the cliff. He ran home to his sister. I keep having dreams of that kid I saved. This last month it has become more recent, him appearing in my dreams every week.

I heard some shouting coming from the fight attendants section. Jeez, like you have the whole day to argue with each other why do it now? I have the sudden urge to pee so I get up and go to the airplane bathroom. Once I close the door though, I turn around. The bathroom looked like someone had puked all over it and it smelled like a garbage bag rotting. Nope, I could hold it.

I start walking back to my seat when I feel something is wrong. Very wrong. I see the rich guy that was in the airport, the name richy suits him, get it, rich-y. I didn't know richy was on the same plane as me. 

His eyes widened at something behind me and started running towards me fast. I don't know why, but that was kinda hilarious, I mean, not everyday do you see a man in a suit running towards you.

He screamed "Get out of the way!" I narrowed my eyes at him because I remembered him from somewhere, though I couldn't put my finger on it. That's when I felt it. A gunshot.

At first I didn't feel anything, then I felt it. The back of my stomach started burning. Badly. In tv shows, people get shot and die. That was not what was happening here,I was awake, sadly, I wanted to die now. The pain came in waves of blistering heat. Just imagine that someone took a burning hot coal and put it inside your back, but multiply the heat by 100. I fell to the floor when I heard another gun shot. The man behind me that shot me, fell to the floor with a bullet in the middle of his forehead. Shit, I only thought that happened in tv shows.

Richy ran towards me with an alarmed look on his face. "Griffin!" He yells. Who is Griffin? He picks me up and holds me to his lap. His hands go to touch the bullet wound, and come back soaked with my blood. His whole hand looks black with my blood. "Your going to be okay, Diana" No I wasn't. I knew that. Wait, how did he know my name? I didn't even care at this point. 

I racked my brain for a quote to use but all I could think of was a quote that said, "They say you die twice. One time when you stop breathing and a second time, a bit later on, when somebody says your name for the last time." I really believed that this was it, I was going to die in the hands of a stranger, what a way to go. I knew he was saying something, but I could barely hear anything.

The last thing I saw was a scar on the mans right side his neck, that looked eerily familiar to a scar I had seen before. Then I blacked out.