I could feel a wet, warm feeling on my cheek, my shoulder burned like red hot poker was shoved right through it, I quickly realised that the wet feeling was in fact blood, and judging by the fact my wounded shoulder was on my other side. I realised that the blood wasn't mine! I leapt up as fast as I could, which I admit was pretty slow, seeing as I was still groggy from my blackout. Looking down at the big pool of blood on the floor made me feel a little bit sick, but then I saw who the pool came from, Craig's limp body laid out across the council flat carpet. My little knife from the carpet stuck out his chest, I must have fallen and planted it in him, I hadn't meant it, but I was proud. I had killed someone, but I was proud of my choice in bastards to take down. I stumbled out the door, leaving a trail of blood smeared on the walls. I could feel the blood run down my shoulder and onto my already stained and soaked shirt, for the first time I examined my stinging wound, the edges burned like fire and were ragged and torn, not like a clean cut. I left the flat and walked down the stairs, then I remembered what I had told Sally, I started to call her name, the first couple of times I was loud, still with anger in my body, but I stopped myself, I calmed and let more emotion through my voice, I wanted to see her. After four or five calls she hadn't responded, I was worried, fear struck through me, I dunno what I was expecting, her to run into my arms, expecting her to be mine for life, instantly. Had she left? Had she decided it was stupid? I was interupted by sobs from the corner of the stairwell, I turned to see Sally curled in a ball, crying herself back and forth. I ran to her and tried to comfort me, she opened up and let me hold her, she nestled into my chest, it seemed to push away the searing pain of my shoulder, the bullet must have passed right through, I think I remember seeing a hole in the wall. Sally's sob brought me back from my injury, she was cuddled into me, like a baby, I wanted to protect her here forever. But we had to move, police would be here about the gunshot and then they would find Craig, we had to move, fast. I calmed her by stroking her shoulder length hair, the ginger highlights running through the long curls, not dyed ginger, I could see it was natural, after all, I'd lived with my own ginger mop for long enough to recognise. I eventually managed to get her up and we walked out the stairwell, we managed to get around the corner just before we heard the loud noise of the lads returning, open pizza boxes in hand. I shushed Sally as she sobbed the sight of them, she wouldn't stop though, I needed to make her stop, I didn't even think, I pressed my lips to hers, we slowly started to move in sync, our lips silently working away, it was fast and exciting but not anything too 'frisky', it felt close and personal, like a shared moment. It stopped her sobs.
