A Killer Loves Me

Chapter Thirty-Two

I'm woken up by someone shaking my shoulders. I open my eyes and see a crying Connor.

"Abbi you have to get up!" He practically yells in my face. "I'm up I'm up!! Why did you wake me?!" I say loudly and frustrated.

"Because it's important." He says. "Well what is it?" I ask. "The murderer attempted to kill someone else, they shot them. The persons in surgery right now." He says.

"Why'd you wake me right away?! Who was shot?!" I asked scared. "Just come with me." He says as he pulls me out of the bed.

I realize I'm wearing a hospital gown so I let go of Connor's hand and throw on some sweatpants. Then he leads me to a waiting room.

"What are we doing here?" I ask. "You'll see. The persons still in surgery." He says. I notice that his crying has gotten worse. I walk over and wrap my arms around him.

"Who is it in there?" I ask quietly. He doesn't answer me, so I make him sit down, but I take his hand in mine and rub the back of it in comfort.

20 minutes later a door opens, a doctor comes out and over to us. Connor stands up immediately so I do too.

"What happened? Did she make it?" Connor asks. "I'm afraid we couldn't save her. The bullet hit her heart so her death was inevitable. I'm sorry." The doctor says.

"No. This can't be." Connor says quietly. "You can go see her before she goes down to the morgue." The doctor tells Connor.

Connor goes in the room, pulling me with him. When we get in he rushes to the bed and starts crying his eyes out. I walk over and take a look at the persons face. In that second my whole world came crashing down around me.

I'm looking into the lifeless eyes of my mother.

My knees give out and I fall to the ground. After a second my face is soaked with tears an my head hurts from thinking.

Who did this? Why are they taking everything away from me? Was she just a random victim? Or did they seek her out?

I just sit on the ground for what feels like hours. My body is shaking and I feel cold all over. I keep my head in my hands, trying to hide from the world. When ever the image of her lifeless face crosses my mind I get upset all over again. Soon I feel myself slip off into the dreamworld.

I feel dead leaves crunch under my feet. My body aches from running. The blood from my face hitting tree branches is getting in my eyes, causing my vision to blur.

I hear a voice scream out and stop dead in my tracks. I hear it again so loud that my head aches. But it doesn't stop this time it just keeps screaming out. I fall to the ground clutching my ears trying to block out the sound, but it consumes me.

The screaming stops and I pull my hands away, I see blood from my ears covering them. I stand up and start running again, but I'm dizzy from blood loss so I trip, hitting my head on a nearby tree.

When my eyes open there are specks of black clouding my vision. When they go way I see a person standing over me, but not just any person.... My mother.

"You didn't save me. Why? You didn't save any of us." She says but it sounds more like a passing wind. I look around and see the bodies of all the people killed recently surrounding me. They are on the ground covered in blood. I look back to my mom but she's gone.

I feel someone touch my shoulder so I turn around. There's a hooded figure standing behind me, I can't make out their face. "So when you die no one will be there to save you." They say.

My body starts to burn, I feel as if I was stuck in the middle of a fire. I look down and my skin is burnt and there's blood everywhere. I let out a scream just as the figure holds a gun up to my head. I hear the gun go off and then everything goes black.

I shoot up in bed. I'm still freaking out from my nightmare, thrashing around and shaking like crazy. It takes me a second to realize I'm back in my hospital room. I look up and see Scarlett rushing over to me.

"Are you ok?" She asks as she puts her hands on my shoulders. "No, I'm not Scar." I say. She pulls me into a hug and I cry into her shoulder. "Just remember I'm always here for you." She says.

I sigh and say "I wish it was enough."