Chasing Memories

Jordan, 1

Jordans POV

I remember her hair; the dark brown that turned even darker when it was soaked with her blood.

I remember her eyes open wide and lifeless; they were the brightest green iris I'd ever seen, similar to the color of pistachios or even the color of the stuff that grows in small puddles in the heat of the summer... Algae.

I remember the tears; coming from his eyes. He kept apologizing to her under his breath but I couldn't seem to figure out why. This wasn't his fault, at least it didn't seem like it was his fault.

Remembering all these things made me wish for once that I was older, that I was able to help hands on instead of just assist with equipment.

I had been studying to be an EMT since I was 16. Now I'm 17; 9 months away from having been able to help her.