Wine Red {Original Story - Language Warning}

Seven:

Abbi sat down after a while and she passed out from her being too light headed. Devile watched for a whole day and she woke up the next day. It was pouring rain and she walked home, still aching a little. She cleaned the mud off her and checked her phone to see the date. June 13, 2017. Today was the 10th anniversary of Oliver Masons death.

"Oh no. I forgot. I need to go...." Abbi gasped and ran out the door to a graveyard. "Man. Why is no-one here...?" She asked herself and Devile popped up to see what/how Abbi was doing. Devile looked at the grave she was sitting in front of, labeled 'Oliver Mason - Killed Young'. He froze. "Hi Devile. I'm sorry I just need to stay here because it's the 10th anniversary of this boys death. It's been so long since I've seen this on the news..." Abbi said softly as she placed a flower on his grave.

Devile slowly put his paw to his mask, which covered his damaged face. "Care to explain why he is d e a d ?" He asked floating above her. "Well. It's awfully sad. This boy, Oliver, was shot in the head and got killed within one blow. People say that the bullet was supposed to miss his head to make this young wolf run away in fear. But missed and shot him 8 times in the head, one in the chest. He was a wolf and rabbits did not trust him even though he was nice." 

He asked, "What were his last words before he got shot?" Abbi sighed and thought before speaking, 'Why is Devile asking very specific questions?', "His last words were, um, "Please don't shoot Emily.". Emily was a fellow friend of his to be said."

The saying, "The bullet was supposed to miss." repeated in his head all day. 

Devile hid from Abbi and took off the mask, revealing 8 bullet marks and one in his chest. Just like Oliver. Multiple cuts and scars. J U S T  L I K E  O L I V E R . . .