<Liza>
It was almost closing time, Mr. Goodson had asked me to lock up.
I grabbed my book and sat down behind the counter and began to read again.
There were several things that reminded me of my brother.
Everything reminded me of my brother.
After the shooting, i went to therapy for months, and it never helped. I grew out of the pain on my own, but not fully.
I only got to see my brother at school and on weekends. I lived with my aunt because my parents kicked me out for having sex with a boy.
Eli thought it was stupid, because he had done it before. But he was never caught.
After high school, I went to college for a few months.
And i hated it.
I liked working here, i picked my hours, and got to read whenever i felt the need to.
I locked the doors and headed down the sidewalk back to my apartment.
I enjoyed walking at night. There was something about it, that made me happy.
I walked past an alley way and heard a sharp yell.
I jerked my head around and saw darks shadows throwing their hands at each other.
I would usually kept to myself, and mind my business. But I soon found myself running down the narrow street towards the commotion.
"Hey!"
I pulled one of the men back by his wrist, him turning to me.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
My eyes met with dark ones. I didn't know who he was, but he was dangerous.
He pushed me back with so much force that I fell to the hard ground, hitting my head on the pavement.
My vision went blurry, I could see blood running down the side of my face.
"Liza?!"
Black.
<David>
"No, no, no. Wake up."
I lifted her head off the ground, cradling her in my arms.
"Wake up."
Alex ran up be hide me.
"Do you want me to call 911?"
"No. She's fine. I've got her."
"David she's ble-"
"I've got her!" I snapped.
I couldn't let her slip away from me, like Eli.
I slowly lifted her off the ground, gazing at her face hoping she'd open her eyes.
"Go open the door," I said to Alex, not taking my eyes off of Liza.
He nodded and rushed to the apartment forcing the door open.
I swiftly followed behind him, trying my best not to shake Liza too much.
I laid her down on my bed and Alex brought a warm towel in.
I pressed it against her head to stop the bleeding.
It wouldn't show when it healed, it was in her hair.
I pushed her curls out of the way and pressed down a little harder.
"David I'm sure she's gonna be fine in the morning, let her rest."
"But I-"
"David. Let her rest."
I put my head down in defeat. He was right after all, I was over exaggerating.
The cut was only a few centimeters wide, and not deep at all, but I saw it as if was a bullet hole.
I made myself believe she was dying, I was so used to it.
I was used to losing people, so I made it my norm.
I pulled the towel away, it had hardly any blood on it.
"See bud? She's fine. You should get some sleep."
I nodded and began to make my place next to Liza.
"David..."
I looked up at Alex and he had a look on his face.
"Not there."
I looked down at Liza's sleeping body and sighed.
"She's so perfect, I don't understand."
He smiled and patted my shoulder.
"No body is perfect David. Even those who are the most perfect, have imperfections they can't fix and can't take back."
"So you think there's a lot more to her huh?"
"A whole lot more."
