Blood. I look down, and all I see is blood. The floor is soaked with blood. My hands, they are covered in blood. My mouth, tastes like blood. The room smells like blood. Actually, I think I'm in a car.
I jolt up, clutching my side as a searing pain goes through it. My other arm is in a cast, and I look around, trying to remember what happened. My eyes meet with Jax, Lincoln, Reye, and Isaac. Then I face Keegan. Then I remember. I know where I am, I know what happened, and I know why Keegan's here. We were ambushed. I didn't see the new guy, so I looked around some more and then I- oh my god. There's a body bag. He died.
"YOUR'E AWAKE! OH MY GOD!" I'm forced into a hug by Keegan, and a I wince in pain, reminding him of my wounds. He releases me, smiling. He runs his hand through his hair, looking at Jax, then turning back to me. He smiles again.
"Bro, we thought we lost you. You were covered in bl-"
"Blood. I know."
I looked outside the window, saying that last remark rather coldly, but I wasn't thinking straight. I was wondering what happened back there. We had lost control, nothing that's ever happened before. It was because of the new guy. If he hadn't fired, we would've escaped, uninjured. We could've still robbed the store. We would've had a chance. But we didn't. He had died, and I'm glad.
I was going to get rid of him, anyways.
A/N: So sorry for the short chapter, I promise the next one will be longer. I didn't quite know what to do with this chapter, but I feel it's important. Thanks for reading!
