We left my apartment around ten o'clock.
We walked the dark streets, rain still pouring. It was empty. The apartment complexes stood so still. It felt like no one was around.
I clung on to Eddie.
We walked alone, trying to get to the taxi. We crowded into the two again, but I was the last to get in. I hesitated, not wanting to enter.
I just stood there silently as the boys inside talked and goofed around. And then I heard a voice behind me.
"Say goodbye, Blue," he said, with terrifying laugh. Eddie rushed out of the taxi but was too late.
Corey drew a gun and shot me in the head.
I fell.
Eddie began to sob, kneeling next to me, using his flannel to stop the blood rush.
And then Corey ran.
"Goddamnit you fucking fuck, I will kill you, I will fucking kill you!"
But he let him run, so he could stay with me.
I felt weak. So very weak. I felt immense pain in my head. The boys rushed out, and started screaming and one of them called an ambulance.
"Oh, baby, no, stay with me. Amanda, Amanda, oh God, oh God," he said, then kissing me and trying to comfort me.
I lost hearing in my left ear.
The ambulance arrived.
The world slowed down, down, down...
Eddie held my hand, sobbing, desperately.
"I love you, I love you, I love you," he repeated.
But I couldn't speak.
I was rushed into the emergency room. The life in me, pouring out of the gunshot wound. I heard sirens, screams, sobs... Echoes.
And then they hooked me up into a million wires. I heard Eddie, yelling, sobbing, not knowing what to do.
And then I they cut me open and took out my baby, a girl...Delilah.
And I kissed her head and Eddie held her, and I gave my locket to Eddie.
"We need to unplug her. When we do you have about a minute to say goodbye. I'm so sorry." A voice said.
So this is it.
I'm okay. I'm okay.
