Depressing One Shots

we were family

I ran home knowing that he would be there when I arrived. I was so excited because we were finally going to run away together.

My bags were packed and stashed in his car. I was just running home to say goodbye to my little sister.

But when I got there, everything changed. I saw my dad's car parked outside and I rushed in because I knew something was wrong. He wasn't supposed to get home until 5:30 and it was only 3:23.

I sprinted to the backyard to find Luke standing there with my dad holding neck, not allowing him to breathe.

"Daddy, NO! Stop please!"

"I'm sorry sweetheart, but I can't allow you to run off with the scum."

"But I love him!"

Bang.

I fell to the ground in shock and instinctively my hand flew to my stomach. I drew it back to see it was covered in blood.

My own father had shot me.

"I knew you'd never stop loving him. Even if I killed him and you'd never forgive me. So I'm very sorry, baby girl."

"I am not your baby girl. Not anymore.We were family. Past tense." I croaked.

Then Luke ran to me and cradled my head.

"I called 911. They're on their way. Please just stay awake until then. I can't lose you. Just keep your eyes open. Please." He sobbed.

I brought my hand to his face and smiled. Happy that if this was when I was gonna go out at least the last thing I would see was his beautiful face.

Then I closed my eyes, never to open them again.