When I Die |HBR {Editing}

Chapter 20

Chance's POV

*2 hours earlier*

"Don't be scared," A voice echoed. I looked around to see a blinding white everywhere. "Who's there?" I yell, my voice shaking. "Don't be scared Chance," The voice calls again. I stand to my feet, wobbling. "Who are you?" I ask, still looking around, looking for anything that wasn't white. "I'd think you'd remember me," The voice laughs. I think hard about why the voice sounded familiar. The white disappears and soon, I'm in a park, on that looked utterly familiar. Something clicks and my forehead creases as I try to figure out what the hell was happening. "Jace?" I call out. By a tree, a figure walks over to me. "Took you long enough, sis," He laughs. I hug him tightly, thinking about how long it had been since I'd seen him last. "You remember this day?" He asked, looking at the park around us. I nod, I could feel the lump in my throat as I swallowed. "You never stopped thinking about it," He says. I nod, trying to hold the tears in. "It shouldn't have happened that way," I sigh, looking at him. "It wasn't your fault," He sighs, wiping the tears that fell down my face. "We were just having fun. We didn't know what was going to happen.." He says his voice and figure fading out. Soon, I'm stuck in the moment of my life I will never forget. "Come push me!" I screamed to Jace who was sliding down the slide. He smiles and runs over to me, pushing me on the swing. A booming voice then called behind us. "Get off the swing," It demanded. I listened, jumping off. What else was a terrified 13 year old going to do? "Do you have any money, Pretty girl?" A man asked. I nod my head. "Hand it over," He spat. I shook my head, my eyes staring at him. I could hear something click behind him. I could tell it was a gun. "Don't give it to him Annie," Jace called, using one of the names we used if we were out in public with people we didn't know. It was fun for us, being someone else. "Don't listen to the boy," He spat. I shook my head, refusing to give it to him. "Good," Jace smiled. "Shut up!" The man yelled at Jace. He continued talking. The man got angry and pulled the gun and pointed it at Jace. Before Jace could even breathe, the man shot the gun, a bullet going into Jace's chest. "Are you going to give me the money now?" The man asked. I nodded and pulled the twenty out of my pocket, handing it to him. He ran off after that, leaving me with my brother who was slowly bleeding out.

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This is sad.