Chapter 4: The Bullet

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Sorry for the short chapters lately! I promise I will try to make them longer!

-AlicatP

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I screamed in fright. She hit the floor clutching her leg. Sarah's face showed shock and horror. The bullet had gone into her leg and out the other side, leaving a hole that I thought was too big for a bullet. It was bleeding uncontrollably. She tried to sit up, but fell back to the ground.

"SARAH!" I screamed. My feet were stuck to the floor, but I needed to move if I wanted to help Sarah.

I ran over to her side and sat down next to her. I looked around for a piece of cloth. I looked down at my clothing, I had a tank top on with a Aeropostale top over it. It would have to do.

I took off the Aeropostale top and was about to wrap it around her leg when a hand grabbed my neck, pulled me backwards, and slammed me on the ground.

I had completely forgot about him.

My hurt ankle hit the ground and it exploded in pain. I struggled to get back up, but he shoved me back down to the floor.

He started to yell, " Don't touch her you little b*tch! You are f*cking powerless!" He raised the gun and pressed it to my temple.

Oh crap.

I started to scream over and over, "SARAH!"

He rolled his eyes and pressed the gun to my head even harder. "Oh shut up already! She's a goner anyway!"

I saw my life flash before my eyes. Memories came flooding back.

I started to cry. I saw my 11th birthday. I saw the day with Jayden at the park. I saw my Dad come home from the war safe and sound.

Then I saw my parents fighting, screaming and punching. I remembered running out of the house and Jayden finding me.

He was on the run too.

We went to McDonalds and Sarah and I were taken. He was outside, I never said goodbye. I remembered everything I had tried so hard to forget.

I tried to shake my thoughts, but all I did was fall to the floor on my knees.

My kidnapper lifted me back up and pulled out a knife. He pushed it against my throat, creating little drops of blood. 

My life was about to end. I felt blackness creeping up on me.

I suddenly found energy somehow and kicked my kidnapper hard. He dropped me to the floor.

I recovered from my state of shock after moment and ran back to Sarah, I  could see she lost to much blood, she was about to go. I scrambled to help her but was pulled back again by his strong hands. He threw me over his shoulder and I kicked and punched with everything I had in me.

But it was no use.

"SARAH! I will help you I promise!" I screamed as I was slowly carried into the darkness.

He chuckled, "Oh shut the f*ck up already, You cant save her! You cant even save yourself!

Then he pulled his gun back out and shot Sarah again, but this time right where here heart was.

Her struggles stopped, and a single tear slipped down her face as her heavy breathing stopped and her eyes glazed over.

He left her dead boby there and dragged me off into the dark.

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