"I don't know why he came back..." I look through the window into Rem's hospital room. "I thought he disappeared."
"Well obviously not." Anne replies with an annoyed tone.
I watch as the teen's chest rises and falls rhythmically. "I feel bad for the kid... It's my fault that this happened."
"It really is your fault," Anne grumbles.
"So you aren't gonna make me feel better about myself?" I glance at her.
"Nope," she replies sternly. "You don't deserve it this time.
I notice a tear slip down my friend's cheek and it makes me feel ten times worse. "I'm really sorry." I turn my body to face Anne.
"You may feel so but I haven't forgiven you yet."
"Yet? So there's a chance you will?" I spark of hope flickers to life within me but it soon dies of.
"Don't go that far, Zach. I'm warning you," she turns and looks at me directly, "stay away from my family. Or I swear..."
~
I stalk down the street away from the hospital. Obviously, Anne doesn't want me anywhere near here.
My mind wanders to the thought of Jeff. One of us is going to die soon, and it's going to be done by the other.
In other words, either I shoot him, or he stabs me to death.
Either way, blood will be shed whether I like it or not.
I reach behind me and lift up my shirt. I wrap my fingers around the grip of a beretta m9. I slip the pistol out of my waistband and hold it in front of me.
"A son of a bitch is gonna die today. And it just might be me."
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Horror"That's one way to get killed." Jillian, my coworker, laughs. "It was just a training coarse." I mumble and rub my shoulder. "Alexander shot me in the shoulder. It was friendly fire!" "Uh-huh, sure." Jillian chuckles as she types up a report from a...
