"You found Arthur!"
I look at Kimberly, our getaway driver. Her excitement turns to alarm when she sees the state Arthur is in.
"He needs to get to the hospital." I say.
Mitch, Tracey and I hop into the car as Kimberly steps on the accelerator. Arthur lies in my lap and I cup my hands around his head.
He stirs.
"Arthur?" His eyes blink open.
"Mariah."
I gasp.
He's awake.
"Yes. I'm here." I gently touch his face, cherishing this moment with him.
His breaths are short and shallow.
I start to cry.
No, don't think like that. It's going to be fine. But I know I'm lying to myself.
"Please don't leave me, you're my best friend." I grab his hand, willing for him to stay alive.
The blood from his wounded side has dripped down onto my shorts.
The stench makes me want to throw up.
He motions for me to bend down and whispers into my ear.
"Hey, I'll always be your best friend. No matter what."
I feel comforted for a moment, a smile ever so slight willing itself onto my lips.
That joy is instantly turned to horror when Arthur coughs up an enormous amount of blood.
I feel faint.
"Oh my gosh." Tracey has turned white.
Kimberly is shrieking.
Mitch has his hands clasped over his mouth.
All at once, Arthur goes limp in my arms.
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Unfortunate.
Short StoryMariah is looking for her best friend, and she needs to find him now, before it's too late. It's a matter of life and death... Unfortunate is a thrilling short story of a girl who embarks on an adventure in search of her best friend that will keep...
