AMNESIAC

Chapter one

Panama City, Panama.                                                                                                                                                      July 30th 2019.

The gunshots cracked into the air as loud as thunder. The noise reverberated in the ears and rang out far over the hills. The girl knew they were here, they had found her, and there was no way to escape her destiny anymore. In a hurried way, she wrote the notes on a piece of paper, took her gun and immediately hid it.

Suddenly, there was an enormous explosion... The door shattered, and smoke and fire rushed out. Thousands of pieces of glass and steel, a deadly rainfall, showered down and three armed men strode into the motel room yelling at the girl to surrender. They aimed their shooters at the feminine figure who remained calm and composed.

With a swift movement, she took her gun before the men could blink their eyes, and confidently shot the gigantic man who was a few inches away from her.

He didn't seem affected by the shot and didn't let out a piercing scream. The girl was very well aware that he would be indifferent, but she was also aware that it will give her seconds or minutes if she was that lucky to run to the window and jump.

As the room was on the fifth floor, she thought it was nearly impossible to get out of there alive. But she had to take that risk. She couldn't die after all that she had been through by them.

"You fucking piece of shit! Do you think you're gonna get out of this alive?" shouted the wounded man when he saw her glance at the window, "You can't and won't escape now that we have found you."

The girl didn't say a word; instead, she looked at them coldly. Her eyes didn't show a single emotion but disgust and abhorrence toward these ruthless chaps. If only looks could kill, they'll be six feet under the ground.

The wounded man glared at his companions and shouted at them to move. Without wasting another second, they pulled the trigger and the deafening sound of the bullets was back. This time, they were thicker like winter hail. The tin projectiles cut into the warm air, oblivious to their purpose.

There was a time at least the ones pulling the trigger could have felt remorse, guilt, and compassion toward this girl who they knew for years. She was among the best. Not anymore. She betrayed and deceived them, took them for fools and played them. She can't be forgiven. If she were lucky enough, she would have a quick death. But the men were more than aware that she won't. They will make her suffer so bad that she will plead and beg like a beaten puppet for her death.

The men kept firing, merciless and brutal. The girl began to feel a sharp pain running all over her body. She lowered her gaze to her stomach and that is when she noticed the dark red hole. Her red shirt was turning darker and all she could see was the scarlet blood that was flowing like a lazy river. Each drop of blood slowly takes away the life of her, leaving her pale and weak, yet defying death.

The pain grew sharper and sharper and was now felt in her legs, back, and head. She took at least five bullets. The sixth will be the death of her.

With her left hand on her bleeding abdomen and the other holding tightly the gun, she dragged herself toward the window, trying her best to bear the agonizing pain.

She stood with shaky legs at the edge of the window, looking down to the street, making quick calculations in her mind about whether she can survive the collapse or not. I won't make it, they are three against me, and I'm wounded. She thought, turning her head so she could face them.

Again, she fired with her gun, but this time her shots weren't as precise as before. She just wanted to remove them. She just wanted to get as far away as possible from them.

She knew better than hoping for a new life, a better life where she could be an honest person, have a decent job and maybe have her own family. But it wasn't her destiny to have this perfect life.

The sharp screams of the man and her aching body reminded her of her miserable reality. Time was running out, and only seconds parted her from her own death.

She supported herself by the wall and fired again. And again. Luckily, she succeeded in hurting two of them; one in the chest and the other in the head.

One dead and two left. She reasoned trying to hearten herself. The two men were currently wounded, but not as bad as her. Their states, however, didn't diminish their determination to eradicate her.

The sixth bullet made the wounded girl scream. She lifted her bloody hands, now lashing out at anything she could grab so she wouldn't lose her balance and fall from the window. Her vision was becoming blurred and she felt lightheaded. There was nothing she could grab, so she grabbed at nothing; her legs buckled as her body lurched forward. The girl was surrounded by the darkness of the night, the warm breeze caressing her injured body.

She felt cold, freezing even; as the gravity kept pulling her down, swallowing her and twisting her in circles until she harshly collapsed with the ground.

Laying on the dirty ground, soaked in her own blood, her face closed in a grimace, its skin pale and clammy. She wanted to scream, but nothing came out of her sore throat. So she went quiet, just panting. Her chest was in agony.

Then, the pain that once burned like a fire faded away to an icy numbness. Black filled her vision and the only thing she could hear was her heartbeat. Her breath came in ragged, shallow gasps.

All her thoughts were directed to him, and only him. All she could think about in her last moments was him, how much she loved and adored him.

I love you, I forgive you. These were her last thoughts as she gave herself to the darkness and closed her eyes.