Blackout. [COMPLETED]

Murder.

"No!" I cried, watching the figure in front of me stumble backwards, clutching his stomach. 

"Ayla," he grumbled. He coughed up a mouthful of blood and spat it onto the dirt beside me.

"I don't know who that is," I said, putting my hand on his shoulder to try and keep him upright. I was panicking. "Keep talking, you'll be okay," I stuttered.

"Why are you trying to save him?" David laughed from behind me. I turned to see him aiming once more, one of his eyes closed. He was grinning.

"Why shouldn't I?" I replied defensively. "You're a murderer, David!"

"What?" the man beside me mumbled, dribbling blood. "No, I'm not. He is." 

"Sit down," I said nervously, ushering the driver to the bonnet of his car. He collapsed onto it, groaning in pain. 

"Why are you killing him?" I began to sob, as the drivers eyes widened in panic when he noticed the blood streaming off of the bonnet of the car.

"Because I need to, so that we can be together," he said, in a 'seriously? I just told you this' tone.

"I don't want to be with you," I snapped. He looked up and lowered his gun, and raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, you do," he replied, frowning.

"No, she doesn't," the driver choked. "She loves me."

"I don't love anybody!" I yelled, slamming my fist down onto the car. I lifted it slowly from the oozing blood, and watched as it dripped off of my hand. "Eugh," I muttered.  

"Let's just get it over with," David said, rolling his eyes. Feeling helpless, I stood in front of the injured man.

"Kill him, kill me," I said, matter-of-factly.

"Stop defending him!" David screamed. "You don't even know him!"

"I trust him. I saw the look in his eyes. I know I knew him once."

There was silence, and David's face went red with anger. As he raised the gun again, I felt two hands on my back. They slowly and gently made their way around my waist and met on my stomach. The injured driver wrapped his arms around me and leant his head on the small of my back. I let out a little noise, of surprise and gratitude. I could feel his cool breath on my spine. For a moment, everything was silent. A breeze travelled around us and my long hair curled around my neck and shoulders. I closed my eyes, admiring how gentle and delicate his hands were. I felt myself slowly sinking backwards into his body.

"Stop!" David cried. "Stop it! I love you! He doesn't know you!"

My hands met the drivers, and I intertwined each of my fingers with his. I looked down at our interlocked hands, and felt him reassuringly squeeze mine in the silence that followed.

"You can fix this," he whispered, almost too quiet for me to hear.

"No," I mumbled. I felt him nodding against my back, and he leant away. I was still looking down at my own hands, which still rested alone on my stomach after his had disappeared behind me. 

"No?" David asked bitterly. "What do you mean no?" 

 I took a deep breath and dropped my hands from my stomach. I knew what I had to do.

"I mean no. This isn't right. I won't help him. He can die." I choked on my words as they left my mouth. I felt his hand gently stroke my back. "Just leave him to die."

David dropped the butt of the gun onto the floor, so that he was leaning on the upturned barrell. 

"Why?" David asked, smirking. I stepped towards him.