Made For Me

Amen

Giselle POV :

I couldn't say exactly where things started to go wrong, but eventually, they did and fast. Even after we had been spotted, it didn't occur to me that this was a battle I could lose.

A battle I would lose.

I was able to send shots in Leeky's direction way before he could register what was happening and that was the only time I seemed to be blessed with some luck because within a second a sequence of unfortunate events transpired.

Gucci's gun sounded off next to me as three or more people started to emerge out of the house. 

Then my gun jammed, the first shot I felt immediately and throughout my whole body. Hot metal seared through my thigh stopping me dead in my tracks but not sending me to the ground and at that moment I understood things weren't going to go my way.

In my opinion, our first mistake was underestimating those pussy ass niggas. They had more people and guns than we had planned for than we could ever give them credit for.

We were out numbered in every way.

So when the next bullet pierced my abdomen, sending me to the ground. I knew I was truly fucked. Not even when we had been spotted did my faith falter in my brother and I.

We could take on the world, just the two of us.

Next thing I know, my brother had completely abandoned any thought of shooting back and was dragging me into the car.

"Gucci." My throat and chest burned as I struggled to call out for my brother. Though my whole body felt like It was on fire, my body shook as if I were freezing cold.

"You have to be quiet." My brother hushed me. "Please!" He begged as he applied as much pressure as he could to the hole in my stomach. "Fuck! I need to make a call." Full panic had set in as he tried to pay attention to the road.

"Go ahead." I coughed up some of the blood that began to fill my mouth. I hoped it came out loud and clear enough for him to hear me.

It was crazy how I couldn't feel anything but everything all at once. I was in so much pain.

"No!" Gucci battled with making the decision of making a phone call that could potentially save my life knowing if he eased up on any of the pressure, but it didn't matter my thigh was still gushing blood. "I can't let you..." He sobbed, not wanting to risk it.

"I won't." Now wasn't my time.

The nagging need to call my mama overpowered some of the pain, I really needed to apologize. I couldn't leave her with the pain of knowing we never truly resolved our issues.

My brother didn't deserve to watch me die after spending his whole life trying to protect me. I was determined to hold on until we got to the hospital, until I was at least out of my his sight.

"We're almost there! Ok?" I heard him call out to me desperately.

I was not afraid to die I was more so afraid of how it would affect the ones I love. There was a time in my life where I wished for it more times than a normal person should.

Not to mention, Onika. I hadn't fulfilled everything I promised. Family. Marriage. Forever.

Gucci talked to someone, but I couldn't make out exactly what was being said. I only heard the urgency in his voice. The car had finally come to a complete standstill, and I was being dragged out.

"Beyoncé, I need you to open your eyes for me." A familiar voice called out as I tried to hold up my heavy eyelids. "I got a pulse! Get her to an operating room!" Ciara yelled leaving me in the hands of her colleagues, probably to stay back to console my brother.

Flashes of light flickered as I was being taken away. My eyes closed shut every time I pried them open, and my heart beat slowed drastically. Before I could feel it beating throughout my whole body.

The gangster in me I would die in a situation similar to this. Except it would be some envious niggas drawing down on me. How disappointing. The gangster in me cringed.

The burning in my chest cooled as they finally granted me some oxygen. I had been cut and stripped out of my polo tee and sweats and hooked to every monitor they had within a minute.

Worst part about being in critical condition was providing comfort wasn't the main priority. Saving my life was their main focus.

The bullet lodged in my abdomen was everyone's main concern. I felt every attempt made to remove as much of the fragments as possible.

Although I couldn't hear or see anything clearly , I could feel the thick tension on the room.

Lord forgive me for my sins.

I confess I have been offering myself over to sin, I am its slave.

You chose to be called the friend of sinners.

Free me from my sins and let your grace flow out from me so that your name is honored, your kingdom is extended, and your will be done...

Amen.