Happily (h.s)

Sam's P.O.V

"What do you think will happen when all of this is over?" I spoke softly starring into the night sky while playing with his fingers.

He hesitated to speak, "If..I actually get out of here alive.."

I bent his middle finger backwards causing him to let out a groan. "Don't talk like that! We're gonna make it out alive I promise."

"Well if we do get out of here, I hope 'us' continues." He leaned over and kissed me again.

Tonight was so good. Or so I thought. Remember how I said it kept getting better? Yeah, I was wrong. His body crashed down into mine without notice or control. Blood pouring out of his mouth and on to me and my chest, and also out of a bullet hole.
"Harry!?" I lifted him up off me as he continued to cough up more and more blood. Tears poured from my eyes as I stared at the shocked expression on his. Someone must've been in the woods and heard my obnoxious laugh and found us. "I'm so sorry.." I sobbed harder.

He pointed to a small opening in the underbrush. I put my arms around his shoulders and dragged him into it, propping him up right so he didn't suffocate on blood. My body was tense and my chest tightened up, I couldn't breathe, I was freaking out. He was gonna die right here in my arms, all for me to watch. Karma, right? Then he suddenly put his hand over my mouth. I tried to calm myself considering this was his last dying wish..wait..that's what he wants me to do!? Shut up!? Then I heard it too, the foot steps heading our way. He pulled me to his chest then shrieked out in pain.

"Are you sure you even saw him?" A girl was speaking.

"Nia, shut up! I know what I'm doing and I know what I saw. I saw them at that tree right there and I shot him. I know I did."

My eyes burned from more tears filling in them. Harry wiped them away when they fell.

"Then where the fuck is he? You must not have a very good aim then because they obviously got away!"

We heard a smack.
"Michael Clifford! You did not just lay your filthy hands on a woman!"

"Baby doll you may be a cherry, but you have a bitter side. You deserved it."

Gunshot.

"Have fun getting the job done when you're dead!"

Footsteps.

Death count: 4 and a 5th one on the way.