Pointing my gun at him, he surely was on drugs. I had no idea what he wanted, but I point my gun, and take out my second one. "Look away girls." I say. My voice was hard. I knew this wouldn't end well. I aim, and shoot. I felt heartless, but I had no idea how, but I ended up on the floor, gasping for breath. Had I been shot as well? Yes. It turned out I had been shot in the stomach. That was life threatening. A death spot I had learned when I was in college. I gasp for air, and look behind me, at the gang. I point my guns at them, shooting multiple times. Only one stood now. I shoot twice. I knew I couldn't breathe now. I cover my mouth and try to take a breath. I take out my phone and call 9-1-1, but can't get out the words. I guess the person heard screaming from the girls, so I slid the phone to Joey, and he yells out for help.
Just a while later, they showed up. I couldn't breathe until I was unconcious, which I thought I had died. All I see is blood, but a white light. I see Anthony, and even Lindsey. I hug them, and I even see my parents. I hug them all. But then, everything flashes many times. I see many faces. I see red. I couldn't die. I couldn't just leave the girls! No! I wake up in the ambulance, but two of the odd things were of my shirtless body, and we were spinning. It wasn't in my head for sure, because I grabbed my phone and fell right away. Everyone was screaming so loud... I hit the sides of the ambulance like a bouncy ball, but that wasn't what I worried about. The girls! Joey! I called 9-1-1. I knew it would end badly until the ambulance flipped over, and we stopped. I crawl toward the door, grabbing the bloody blanket. I wrap it around my upper-body, and crawl while on the phone with one of the operators. She said she couldn't locate me. How could that be? They could always locate your location! I try to stand, but it doesn't work so well. I fall to the ground, and yell out in pain. I knew I wasn't on the phone anymore, so I keep it with me ust in case. I knew the lady I was on the phone with was lying. That couldn't be! I walk- Or crawl as I should say over to the ambulance, and try to help the people out. All of them alive, just badly wounded. I was the one with a bullet inside of her, and the patient, but I wouldn't let them just die there! I help the ambulance driver out, and take my gun, and supplies from the ambulance. I grab my wallet, which contained my badge and card in there. Going outside, we care for each-other's wounds, and I explain who I was. "I'm Lisandee Lakes. I'm from the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit. Does anyone know where we are?" I ask, groaning of the pain I had. "We're around the hospital area. Not too far, just three or two miles." A man says. I try calling again, telling the different opperator where we were. This man was much nicer. He said they were on their way. I begin to cry from all of the mixed emotions, and couldn't take this. I pick up my gun when I hear someone or something moving around. We wait and wait, until I couldn't take it anymore. I gesture for them to follow me, and I head out near the street. I take out my phone, staring at the street sign. I call 9-1-1 again, telling them. Why wasn't it working?! Was it my punishment for the miserable life I had?!
