Murder

Chapter 4- The Dream

I'm in a field, but the field is bare. It's nothing but dark earth, as far as I can see. I hear a noise behind me and turn around. Suddenly, I'm staring down the barrel of a gun. "It's you or him," the raspy voice of the man holding the gun says. His face is hidden behind a mask.

"Him? What him?" I ask. My voice sounds small and young, as if it doesn't belong to me.

"Look to your left," the man said. I turn my head. My brother is next to me, in the same situation, with what appears to be the same man. Is this what happened to him? This can't be what happened to him, he was stabbed.

"Him or me?" I ask.

"Yes. You or him." he repeats.

"Then me. He's not going to die twice if I can help it."

"No. Don't shoot her. She hasn't died yet. I have. It's too late for me," Russ says. I look at him, trying not to cry. He's never liked seeing me cry. His chest has blood dripping down it, and he's pale. He's always been pale, but he look more pale than ever. His freckles look almost black, that's how pale he is. His blond hair is soaked, and his blue eyes are dull. I can't believe this.

"No. Not him. Anybody but him," I scream, in a booming voice that also didn't sound like me.

There was a loud bang, and then another. I see the the ground, and Russ and I are lying, dead, on the ground. We're floating up. Is this what being dead is like? I look to my left, and there's Russ, right next to me. "What-what happened? Did he shoot us both?" I ask.

"I think so, there's a hole in your head," he chuckles.

"There's a hole in yours too." We laughed together. It's a strange thing to laugh at, a hole in your head from a gunshot. But we've always had strange senses of humor. I guess thats why we were so close. We understood everything about eachother, even the strange things. I kept hearing that noise. Bang. Bang. Its doesn't stop. Over and over. It keeps echoing in my head. "Russ, what are we going to do?" I ask.

"You're going to wake up. You're going to wake up and continue life as best as you can. Help find my murderer if you can ok? Just do what's best for you. I'm going to continue being dead, and nothing's going to change that. Keep that in mind ok? Don't drive yourself crazy." He soared up above me. I went crashing down.

My back slammed against the ground. I couldn't breath, there was too much of an impact on my lungs when I landed. A shooting pain came over me, I may have broken all of my bones, I'm not sure. All I know is I can't move, and this amount of pain can't be real. All of a sudden, Russ' face was directly in mine, screaming at me, telling me I'm a horrible person. I panic. Russ wouldn't say that. Russ would never say that. I scream. I scream and scream until my lungs hurt even worse than they already do. Everything goes black, and I keep hearing his voice. "You're a horrible person. A horrible person. Horrible person." Each time his voice gets louder and louder. At some point the words changed. I heard my name. "Gab! Gab! Gab get up!" Get up? Am I dreaming? How? It seems so realistic. I guess it makes sense, this can't possibly happen in real life. Russ did tell me I'm going to wake up. I drift out of the scene, and towards the voice.