Defying Death

Chapter 8

I hugged him, he let me but he didn't hug back he just sort of melted into me. It wasn't comfy all his sharp bones jutted into me. He mumbled something incoherent through his tears, his small body shuddered as he hiccuped. He probably hadn't eaten anything in so long. As if to prove this his stomach growled. I reached over to grab my bags but was interrupted by a loud bang that made me jump to the skies. I looked over and the little boy was clutching his head trying to block blood that oozing through a bullet hole at his temple. I looked at the source to see Flavius holding the gun, all sorts of emotions rushed through me but I had to deal with the boy first.

I crawled over stunned. I put the boy on my lap and applied pressure to his wound but deep down I knew he was long gone. I stroked his silky hair and made soft noises. He stared up at me his eyes squinted with pain, he whimpered. I wiped the tears on his face that was drying up but were being replaced with new ones. This time, not his but mine, they trickled down my face and splashed on his cheeks. I sniffled and tried to smile, a watery smile. I cooed at him and he opened his mouth, he gasped for air as a guttural sound came out.

"Will it hurt?" he choked out and his hand came out to twirl a strand of my hair that had come out of its tied up position. "It won't hurt, you will just fall into a blissful sleep and get to hug your parents at the other end, little one" I whispered. He coughed "Gwido," he said his name in a raspy murmur his chest collapsed as he took his last breath.

His eyes glazed over, staring at the sky and his hand fell back onto his chest, limp. I closed his eyelids and kissed his cheek. I sat over him for a while just hugging his lifeless body, my clothes were soaked in his blood and I started weeping. My howls turned into pitiful sobs that racked my whole body I brought him closer to me and his head rolled back which only made me cry more. He was only a hungry, homeless little boy that had lost his parents that happened to be holding a gun but that didn't mean that he would actually shoot. My sorrow slowly turned into anger and my fists clenched onto his shirt. I held him until his lasts parts of warmth seeped out, I slowly laid him down.

It was ironic he looked peaceful and happy in death as if he was just asleep but in life, he was scared and lonely. I had enough experience of dead bodies to know that if we didn't bury him scavengers would pick him to his bones. I put him in a hollow of a tree nearby and cover him with leaves concealed from predators. I breathe his name "Gwido," I finish mourning him but in the back of my mind, I know that you can never grieve enough.

I'm sorry this was sad, it was hard to write. I wasn't going to kill him but it kind of just happened. Oops. I seriously didn't lie when I said I have writer's block - I have a weird case sometimes it opens up like a dam and then the next day it closes and can't write for a while cause I'm lazy and then it floods. Nice analogy- lol. I feel like all the readers we had dropped, did I write something badly? Not enough action? Too short?