ashes [m.h.] (Completed)

Chapter 40.

Song: Robbers by The 1975,
you'll see why ;)))

Matty's p.o.v.

"Just wait at you dorm for me okay. I'll pick you up in a couple hours. Wear something sexy." I tell Maggie as we stand outside the hospital entrance.

"I'll wear what I want." She smirks playfully.

"As long as it's sexy, it's fine by me." I grab her waist and pull her towards mine. My hand goes to her chin and I raise her face to meet my own, staring deep into her caramel pools she calls her eyes as she stares back into my own.

"I love you, Maggie." I let the words fall off my tongue with a satisfying feeling rushing through me.

"I love you, Matty." She reciprocates with all the love her her heart. Never have I felt such a way.

My head dips down as I connect my lips with hers. Soft and slow our lips move against one another, holding such emotion. No lust, just pure, raw emotion flooding our veins. I pull away gently, letting her lips linger on my own for another beat.

"Bye." I say as I begin to move in the direction of my car.

She smiles before turning to head in the direction of her own.

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I look at myself in the car mirror a final time, checking that all my tattoos are purposely covered. I rake through my mess of curls, pushing them back before picking up the bottle in the passenger seat and bringing it to my lips. I swallow the remaints of the alcohol and quickly wipe my nose of the white powder littering it.

I can do this. I just needed a little confidence booster.

I pick up the black bandana lying on the dashboard and dust it off before bringing it to my lips. I quickly tie it against the bottom half of my face, sure to conceal everything but my eyes.

My head turns to look out the window, shooting daggers at the nearly deserted gas station. With one last confident gaze, I reach for my glove box. I open it slowly, revealing the small contraption of deadly metal.

I have to do this. For her. It's the only way she'll survive, I just know it. I don't care what it takes, I'll do anything to get this money for her. I love her.

With the thought of Maggie in mind, I grab my gun and head out of my car with determination. I stare the gas station down as I make my way to the door, cold metal matching my fingers by my side. The wind whips my hair as I reach the door, pushing it open for force.

"Hey!" I yell reaching the register. The older looking male behind it instantly reacts, putting his hands high in the air. Pure fear runs through his veins as I raise my gun, aiming it at him.

"Open the fücking register! Give me all the money in the fücking register!" I spit.

He seems stuck in place, irritating me for not doing as I say.

"Now!" I yell, snapping him out of his trance. His hands are quick to fumble with the buttons of the machine as I grow impatient.

"Hurry the fück up or God damn it I'll shoot!"

Before I know what's happening another figure appears from an isle beside me wearing the same employee shirt as the man at the register. She makes herself visible and to my misfortune she holds a gun of her own, pointed right at me.

Fuck.

"I'll shoot!" I yell keeping my gun strongly pointed at the man.

"Don't." The female threatens next to me.

I can't think. I can't fücking think.

"Get on the fücking ground!" I can't think right now. "Get on the ground right now or I'll shoot!!"

The female begins yelling right at me but I can't seem to comprehend a word she says.

"Put the gun down!" I barely make out her words, but my body doesn't comprehend.

Silence.

An ear piercing sound echoes throughout the store, followed by two more.

It's as if time has slowed, as I realize the sound came from my gun.

Everything's gone quiet, all except a deafening ringing in my ears.

Everything becomes a haze.

My legs fail me as find myself falling to the floor. My back hits the ground to my dismay and I can't seem to comprehend why. What's wrong with me?

My eyes travel down to my body, and I find myself investigating a wet spot on my shirt. My fingers dip into the dark liquid as I bring it closer to my face to examine. A deep red stains my fingers and I begin to panic. My hand goes to the source of the liquid, landing on my lower stomach.

An unearthly scream rings through the fuzzy space, and it's takes me a minute to realize who it's from.

Me.

A numbing pain shoots through my body, as my vision becomes splotchy.

I'm shot.

I'm shot.

I'm shot.

It goes through my head on repeat as if I'm trying to convince my own mind of it.

My head falls back against the cold floor as another monstrous yell is dragged from the depths of my soul.

I clutch my stomach in eminence pain as I double over onto my side, only to find a pool of my own blood staining the floor.

Something rises in the back of my throat. I can't help my body coughing it up, further staining the floor with red.

The pain begins to fade as I feel myself fading too. I relax on the soaked floor and let the gentle wave of sleep wash over me. My vision blurs as I still, letting myself go.

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I'm sorry for your loss. 😭

-nya