One step before me

-{Chapter 23: Secrets are better kept}-

I stumbled my way out of Timathy's black BMW, the legs shaking rapidly beneath me. I was like a newborn deer, identical to Bambi, not having the ability to use legs probably. I dragged and forced myself in front of the door, entering it at last. Being nervous- anxious even. The confusion shining out from me could not be more clear. Weak. That is what I am. Even so, I know the fact of 'to try is better than not to'. The thought of Timathy leaving completely crossed my mind. If Timathy is gone, who would pull my thoughts down to earth after they have flown up in the clouds?

I was hastily walking towards the direction Timathy was supposed to die upon. This is a nightmare. When reaching the place, I swallowed hard. The whole show had started. I moved my body as fast as I could forward. Timathy was facing them both. Just don't turn your back to them. Whatever you do, whatever happens, don't do that. You will die. It will be too late.

Moving stiff legs was not quite the easiest thing to do. "Timathy... is the only one in my heart. I can't bear to leave him...because I love him. " The young woman said, almost in tears. "I see" Her boyfriend or whatever said. F- this is going too fast. Timathy had turned his direction towards me, and I jumped forward to catch up to the next thing that was about to happen. In reaction, Timathy's eyes widened and he was standing still. The Melisa girl's boyfriend had his gun pointed at us. His reflexes were so slow that he realized me blocking his view after pulling the trigger twice. The bullets hit me.

Maybe this was supposed to be. Maybe this would put an end to the cycle of death I see. Timathy was holding me in a brief moment before he let go of me. In an instant, the man with the gun was now on the floor with a broken arm. My friend turned his head towards me and slowly lifted me up, holding me in his arms. What's up with this dude? Just let me die man. I reached my hand out towards the wounds. The warmblood was covering my white shirt, painting it with the color red. It was stinging. The pain was sharp. "Press your hands against the wounds," Timathy said while moving away from his 'girlfriend'. "IS THAT WHY YOU DON'T LOVE ME!? Unbelievable! Do you love this girl?" She snorted while shouting and was blocking the love of her life's why. When will this drama show end? I am tired of this. Let me just close my eyes and pretend I am not here. It actually makes me feel less annoyed not to see her face. "What do you love about her? Tell me. I will be twice as what she is" She said intensely. This woman ain't normal. If he doesn't love you for who you are, he doesn't deserve your love.

"Melisa," Timathy said with a gentle tone, stopping his movement for a few seconds. He probably feels sorry for her. I can't blame him, I mean this is a lover for over 5 years. Like dang gurl how come you didn't lose motivation but lost your hope?                                                            "Move your *** or you will be laying right next to your future husband" He then said monotoned. Almost forgot his cold side still existed. "You can run away from me, but you can never run away from the contract," Melisa told him with greeted teeth from behind as Timathy and I were moving further and further away. "We'll see about that" Timathy answered confidently loud enough for the lady to hear, sounding from her reaction. She was angrily screaming in frustration and her screaming was echoing.

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Medium loud 'beeping' sounds were impossible not to notice. It seems that I was getting conscious, even though I did not notice me visiting the dream-zone in the first place. My body was unmovable, I could bearly keep my eyes open. Someone entered the room. As the person was coming closer, so did their calm footsteps. Unintentionally the heart resting in the chest of mine was now trying to detach itself from the rest of my body, making it impossible to breathe. 

As I was standing face to face with a blank white-masked man, every organ- every cell in my body was fighting to take back the control that once was mine, that still is mine. Lifting his two arms up mercilessly pointing a dagger at me, I was fighting for dear life. Raise up. Are you really this weak!? You are about to die! The voice inside me screamed. The last thing I heard was the measurements of my heart rate the machines were exposing.