Keeping Him Alive

Untitled Part 9

I woke up startled, it was pitch black out side. There were no stars and moon to light up anything. They all seemed to be covered by the clouds. I reached my hand out to touch Danny. He flinched at my touch. "Danny, it's okay it's me sissy. I then heard a groan, I took out my flashlight and shined it on Danny... except it wasn't Danny. He was dead, he had turned into one of them. His face was pale and it looked like the life had been sucked out of him, which is what had happened. His brown eyes were now foggy, and I saw nothing there. The Danny I knew was gone.

He reached his hands out to me and groaned. I grabbed his arm before he could have scratched me, and they were stiff and hard. His arms were icy cold, I felt almost a shock when I touched them. It took my breath away, the way it does when you walk in a cold shower. His face moved towards me, his mouth open. Before I even knew what I was doing I took the revolver from the side of me and put it to his chin, and before I could have really thought it through.

I pulled the trigger. I shot him.

I heard the loud bang, and it left my ears ringing. Blood splattered everywhere., onto the windows, on the chairs, and onto my face. I sat there with the gun in my hand, I couldn't believe what I just did. I shot Danny. NO, I shot one of those things that was not Danny. I had no tears, I didn't know if I was supposed to cry. What do I do now, how do I go on now? I dropped the gun, it seemed as if it now weighed a ton.

Without knowing what I was doing, as if I were not in control of my body, as if I were watching this and I wasn't me. I picked Danny's limp body up and cradled it. I put my cheek on his cheek. I cried, and cried. My tears falling on his face. I picked up my head that felt like it weighed a million pounds to look at his face. My tears were on his face, and they looked like they were his. His mouth was gone and on the top of his tiny head there was a big hole in it. Blood dripped from where his mouth was supposed to be, and from the top of his head down his neck and temple. Where had I gone wrong? What did I do? I screamed my heart out. "WHY?!" Why wasn't it me!" I pointed my finger to the sky. "I was raised to believe in a God who took care of his children and loved them! Why would you take this little boy's life away? I don't believe! I DON'T BELIEVE in YOU! If you were real and true you would have never done this to us, to me. " My head fell down in defeat, and I closed my eyes.

I picked the gun up that I dropped, I had two more bullets. I just needed one. I lifted it up to my chin, knowing that this was more deadly than a shot to the temple, and I pulled the trigger like it was nothing.