When I look at you

It involves you

"Memory is the great deceiver. Perhaps there are some individuals whose memories act like tape recordings, daily records of their lives complete in every detail, but I am not one of them. My memory is a patchwork of occurrences, of discontinuous events roughly sewn together: The parts I remember, I remember precisely, whilst other sections seemed to have vanished completely."
― Neil Gaiman

Three months ago..

"You okay babe? You seem a little out of it."

"I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You looked pretty sick earlier and now you're-"

"-I said I'm fine Beca!" Chloe snapped sharply, and the brunette immediately withdrew with wide-eyes.

What the hell has got into her?

"I'm sorry Bec, I didn't mean to snap-" she stopped immediately when she saw Beca looking behind her. She quickly turned around and saw two beautiful looking women walking along the pier with bikini's on, and before she could help it, her anger returned. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

The brunette's eyes snapped to her wife. "What-?"

"-Really, Beca? You're just gonna gawp at those like a fucking hungry animal and expect me not to notice?!"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

The redhead stood up as she shouted but with a hushed breath so nobody would stop to look at them. "You just blatantly stared at those two girls right in front of me! At least have the decency to do it in secrecy if you're gonna stare at people while I'm right here!"

"Babe, I wasn't looking at them!" she stood up so she could be level with Chloe.

"What were you looking at then?!"

"I was looking at the menu on the cafe door, I was gonna ask if you wanted some ice cream-"

"Bullshit." Chloe muttered, turning round to walk away from the brunette.

"Oh you're really gonna walk away from me? Come on, Chloe, I wasn't looking at those girls." she sighed as Chloe turned around. "I only have eyes for you baby, you know that."

Chloe's eyes suddenly widened and a look of pure horror shot across her face as she pointed behind Beca's head, "BECA GUN!"

"What-?"

She may not have seen it coming, but it didn't really matter. She had no time to react. One minute she was shouting for Chloe to come back and the next minute she had a bullet exceeding at five hundred and forty five miles per hour and piercing in to the side of her head.

And the last thing Beca heard was Chloe's ear-piercing scream before everything went black.

"Someone call an ambulance!"

Beca felt paralyzed as dozens of strangers; men and women; seniors and children, rushed around her, shouting and screaming at the sight of her laid on the floor clutching her left ear as she drifted in and out of consciousness. At first she couldn't see a thing. Just a pitch-black crevasse, until she heard her wife's voice telling her, shouting at her to wake up. Blood drizzled out from the side of her head, just above her ear, and it felt as if somebody had crashed into her head with a tow-truck. Her whole body was cold and rigid with agony and her head was throbbing on one side and her eyes were clouded with tears. The pain was unbearable, to say the least.

Questions raced around in her mind. What happened? Where am I? Who did this? Where is all this pain coming from? Her eyes were foggy, but she was conscious as she lay on the cold wood of the pier and squinted so she could look up into her wife's eyes. They always did keep her safe. The redhead was crouched down at the side of her, her knees sore from having dug into the pier panels for long, and tears rained down her face, smudging her mascara.