The beginning

Preface

Then it happened. My eyes were truly open for the first time in forever. 

Running. That's all I remember before the pain began. Was I shot? All I know is run. Just run. As my four closest friends take me into the Oakwood cabin on the now murky lake in Bernsville, I assess my wounds. A bullet hole into the lef side of my abdomen. I look around as I hear the groans and sharp gasps of the crisp air from someone else. Asher he was shot too! "N-no fix him!" I point to my sister like friend Cheyrl. I manage to keep breathing as I press on my wound trying to keep from bleeding to death. Oh poor Asher. I never meant to drag him into this sticky mess, or any one of them for that matter. I hear shouting and his muffled screams. Is he biting a t-shirt as they try to take the bullet out of him? I really don't know as the big black dots in my vision become blurry from all the blood loss. I push even harder on my wound trying to keep the blood from flowing out of me like a goopy river. Ugh, I've always hated this stuff. Red, thick, sticky blood. "G-Guys?" I whisper out before everything goes black. Time. Time, time, time. How long has it been since I passed out? It feels decades in seconds. What's that thrumming? Why is it slowing down? So many questions but nothing but darkness,slippery darkness to answer. I lay there trying to take control over my body I know this is the end. I feel the pull from this blackness. My heart starts beating quickly breaking rhythm. Thrum thrum-thrum thrum. Then all is silent. I don't necessarily hear the forced, unnatural sound but feel it. CPR. They haven't given up but they should. Maybe its Ashely. Poor sweet innocent Ashely. Then it stops. Everything does.