Tiffany paced around, not aware she had blood spatters all over her prison shirt.
"She's dead, she's dead.."
Is this how she felt when she..?
I won't continue.
I could hear their voices, and see them..But, I couldn't speak. I couldn't let them know I was fine, and Corn didn't put me on my death bed.
Was I fine? Was I?
I had no feelings in my body...Or atleast it seemed; So, I pinched myself as hard as I could.
I let out a loud, bloody scream when I realized I had no hand.
Forget that, I had no BODY.
I was dead.
I WAS dead.
I was hysterically crying, except no one could hear me. Corn couldn't pat me on my back to say it's okay. In fact, I don't WANT her to touch me, ever again.
Tiffany was trash-talking Corn, but Corn kept crying. She didn't look up.
Tiffany tipped Corn's head up, tears dripping on the grass.
She had tear stained cheeks, and red eyes.
She dropped the AK-47 covered in blood on the grass, staining it red. She dropped to the ground, crying once more.
She held the gun, stroking it, crying and repeating, "I killed her..I'm a murderer.."
Tiffany chuckled, kicking the gun into Corn's chest. She squealed of pain.
"We never needed Liz, Corn. Open up your eyes! Smell the coffee. She was just a tag-along."
Corn was horrifed. She picked up the gun, grasping it hard, ready to pull the trigger.
"SHE WAS MY BEST FRIEND, TIFFANY! OPEN YOUR EYES."
By then I knew the trigger was going to be pulled.
Tiffany balled up a fist, giving Corn a black eye.
She followed that up, kicking her in the mouth.
Corn cried, her face covered in dirt, her mouth bleeding. She wiped her face, stood up, and pointed the gun at Tiffany.
I was absolutely horrified.
Tiffany backed up, pleading for her life.
"My life has so much value; Please let me live"
Corn swung the gun in Tiffany's face, as to tease her.
"Only if you tell the medics you did i-"
Fast, Tiffany struck Corn in the thigh, forcing the gun.
She aimed it in Corn's face. Corn stood there, crying for HER life.
"Inney Minney Miney Mo.."
"Who's the fastest one to-"
BOOM.
Corn slid against the grass, dodging the bullet.
Tiffany pulled again, trying to shoot once more.
But the gun was Empty.
She looked back at Joe who was scared, and shaking.
"N..No more bbullets.."
Tiffany slammed the gun against the ground. She was using FISTS.
She slammed Corn's head on the ground, yet Kalyn huddled out from behind Joe to throw her off.
Kalyn struck Tiffany in the nose, while Joe led Corn behind a big rock where Tiffany couldn't see her.
Meanwhile, Tiffany was already knocked out.
Kalyn checked my pulse. She started to cry. She covered my body in her dirty sweatshirt, or as much as she could.
Joe and Corn lightly walked over to me. My only reccuring thoughts..
CORL.
I was too caught up in this fight and chaos..And my DEATH to think of him.
I was bullied since 10th grade, and had one friend. Richard.
He was the kid who picked his nose and smudged it on the walls. Gross.
But, he was my only friend.
But, Corl took Richard's place.
Because, Richard passed away.
Corl comforted me.
Corl helped me.
Corl was my best friend.
if only he knew I was dead.
if only Corn never killed me.
if only the world was a better place.
I could feel the tears dripping on my face.
I love you g-
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THE END.
