She felt dead, like the bullet had hit her, not him. Like she was the one lying on the ground. Like she was the one who was bleeding, bleeding, bleeding, not stopping. She felt as though she should have stopped the bullet, reversed its path toward him. Him. HIM. The one who had started a life, but ended one at the same time. The one who terrorized hundreds of people, the one whose life was ruined by the one who was supposed to love him, cherish him. The one that was supposed to guide, direct him through life's many ups and downs. The one who beat and bruised and chained and abused him. The one who locked him up away from the world, happiness, normalness. The one who had made his blood turn cold and his heart turn to ice, hard and frozen. The one who has inflicted scar upon scar both physically and mentally upon him. The one who inflicted pain and tore at his little body until he could take no more and left one night. That same night that started it all. The stealing. The robberies. Then the murders. The terrorism. And then.. finally this.
She felt awful. The love of her life, the only one who truly saw her for the nice, sweet girl she was, not the emo cutter everyone else saw her as, was gone. Dead. She couldn't even bring herself to say the word. It was like a bit of her was being torn our of her soul and being ripped to shreds, while she could still feel it. The pain was to great for her little body to hold and she turned her head. Away from the one she loved. The one that was dead, yet still bleeding, bleeding, bleeding. The one what saw her, and loved her. She screamed. She screamed and screamed and screamed. The pain ripped through her and out of her body. She cursed at the wind and screamed and sobbed all at once. Body- rattling sobs escaped from her, and she couldn't stop it, and she mourned for him to return. She yelled and yelled, and was still sobbing as someone called 911, as the police came, as his killer was arrested, as she was quickly jerked to her feet by someone and was pulled in her parents' car, as she was put into her bed, as the lights were turned off and the cool dark of the night enveloped her, and as she fell into a restless sleep plagued with nightmares.
When she woke, at first she felt nothing, remembered nothing, saw nothing. And then, like pieces of a puzzle, little bits of yesterday came back to her. And yet, although it hurt, and the grief was like a tsunami, she realized something. She saw something, through her tear-stained, grief-clouded, pained eyes that he wouldn't wanted her to be like this. He would want her to go on. And from that day on, she vowed to live her life the best she could. To repay for the stolen life of Hunter.
