Courage

Elizabeth

He pulls me to the door. Everyone in the gang isn't doing anything. They begin to huddle, angry and confused. But why?

Was Leo in the gang? I lower my head. Yes... That's why he is wearing all black. Why he has a gun in his pocket. Why he is here.

"Leo..." I pause, "Why are you in the gang?" The tears stop. Instead I feel my heart smash into thousands of pieces.

"I'll explain in a minute" He whispers. He continues to walk to the door.

He pushes the door open and gently shoves me outside. He kneels down to me. Lifts my head up. His eyes are teary just like mine. His hands are shaky.

"I tried to warn you to run..."

"That was you? The man from inside?" That's why the voice sounded familiar. I lift my wounded hand up to him. The lifts a hand up to his mouth in horror.

"I'm sorry. I thought if I put glass in it... you would realise it was me..."

I remember... I was there. Earlier, when I was at his house there was a photo frame next to the couch, shattered. A photo of him and his friends. I continuously questioned him about it, but he just got more enraged. He took a piece from it, and put it in his pocket.

I was confused. It really was him.

"I didn't think you worked Saturday afternoons." He questions.

"I usually don't but they needed me. Now they don't anyway" My head bows again.

"I'm sorry about that as well. But there is no more time. You need to run. Run to the cops. Quickly go!" He's worried I can tell. He lift me up just to push me away from the restaurant. I go back to him. Grab him. But he doesn't move. Instead...A large noise rings. He falls.

Blood spills from a hole in his head. I hold his body until I'm covered in blood as well. Tears poor from my eyes as I hold my only brother. Dead. In my arms.

Sirens call from down the street and flashing lights blur my vision. Cars race around the corner. The cops. There here.

Blood rushes through my body. I lie down on the body in front of me. In Leo's pocket I feel a metal object. I reach for it and pull the trigger. Pain rushes through my head. Quick and fast. Now I'm with him. In the black obis. Dead. Dead for him. Dead for love.