Jamie
A warm feeling filled my body, I felt nothing and everything at the same time. I could feel When I hit the ground. Nothing could stop the inevitable. I was dead. I don't know how this happened. It seemed like a normal day and then, BAM, I was in the middle of gun fire. This wouldn't have happened if my friend wanted to go to the party in the bad part of town but what can you do, I'm already dead, I can't argue with her. I thought getting shot was going to hurt more but I just felt warmth on my entire body.
In the movies, it shows people gasping for air and in so much pain but for me I was warm then cold then dead. Nothing dramatic, I couldn't sing a final song with the love of my life or have an inspiring dialogue that would have the protagonist go on an adventure and avenge my death. I could hear faint voices and crying. I opened my eyes and I saw everything, my dead body, my friends crying on the ground praying for me to come back. The ambulance telling her to step back. The ER trying to bring me back to life with different ways. Nothing can bring me back. So, they put a sheet over me. Then, eventually, putting my limp body inside a bag. My friend, Sarah, her eyes were as red as roses and her eyes were waterfalls, flowing out her regrets of tonight.
I couldn't help but cry too, seeing Sarah cry and cry like I've never seen her do before. I couldn't take it but I couldn't move. I looked down and saw myself in a white flowy, shirt and pants. My dark hair flowing down to my waist. I ran over to Sarah, who was still bawling, and hugged her. I wish I could be there for her.
Sarah
I saw everything in slow motion, but I couldn't stop it. I saw the gun go off, the bullet fly and miss its target and hit Jamie instead. I couldn't stop it, I had to keep saying it to myself to stop me from blaming myself, I couldn't stop it, I couldn't stop it, I. COULDN'T. STOP. IT. I burst out in to tears, I couldn't stop crying, I stepped to Jamie's corpse and held their hand. Tears of madness fell and stroked my face and fell to my chest. Their pale skin, I could see the blood leaving their body from where the they got shot. I caress her motionless face, her rosy lips now gray, her beautiful brown eye wide open with no emotion left.
I heard an ambulance in the distance. I look up and see a decent size crowd around Jamie and me. I hadn't noticed that other people were there. They must have guessed that I was too emotional to call 911. I see the red van pull up and I see people rush out. They pull my aside and ask if I'm ok? I said I was fine, even though I was slowly dying inside. They were asking me to step back,
I want to refuse but I can't. I want to stay with them, with Jamie. They pull me aside sat me on one of the ambulances and put a shock blanket on me. I felt ridiculous, I felt like I needed to be with them, not sitting here, with a blanket on me. I see the ER people try their hardest to bring them back. By now there is police, and ambulances and fire trucks here. After many tried they pronounce her dead and pull a sheet over her. They eventually put her in a bag.
I ran over to say good bye, tears streaming down my face. This time I wanted to switch the circumstances and have me die, not Jamie. I remember when we were little, running through fields of grass. Light flickering through Jamie's long dark hair. Not a care in the world, I could feel the cold grass on my feet and the wind in my hair. That's when they pulled me away from Jamie.
James
I heard the report that someone was shot at the corner of N Pepper street and Hillerson street. The team of us ran to the van and turned on the siren and drove as fast as the law would allow. We got there and I saw that it was a kid, close to the age of my girl. And there was a purpled hair girl hugging the body. We made her step back, she reluctantly agreed. I could see the pain in her eyes. You could clearly see where the kid was shot. We rushed to her and tried to stop her bleeding we tried our hardest to get the kid back to life but we didn't succeed.
I look down at this kid, they had long, dark hair. They look a bit like my girl. I saw Jefferson talking to the purple haired girl. She was bawling, she could barely speak. I was thinking of, what if this happened to my little girl. She's only 17.
I wouldn't be able to go on. I lost her mother when she was only five. If I lost both, I don't know how I would go on. We put the kid inside a body bag. I saw the police was here and the fire station. The police were questioning the purple haired girl. She was trying to answer but she was crying so much that she didn't think that she could answer.
She was in so much pain. I wonder if she's the kid's sister, I thought. They don't look enough alike. Whatever they were close because of how much hurt was in the girl's face.
