Parade

Trigger Happy

[Hi, it's me, the author again, just wanna say, if guns trigger you at all, please, don't read this chapter. Please, and thank you.]
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It'd been around a week after I woke up, it's been ok, well, for the most part. I've  had a few panic attacks here and there, but overall i've been alright. I say that so much now. "Everything's alright", "It'll all fall back into place." Yeah right. I'll probably be dead by the time it does. Nothing will ever be normal, not anymore, at least. Yet, when was it normal? I hear the crunching of gravel on our driveway. Run. Run away as fast as you can. My brain screamed to run to move out of the way. I had the fight my brain and stay put. I know this won't help me at all, I just want to be able to try and get used to the noises again. My cat, Diana, stares me down as I do this.
"What?" I yelled, "What do you want?! Go away! You hear me? Get!" I kicked at her, well, nudged my shoe in her general direction. She ran off and did some other cat stuff or whatever. My girlfriend finally returned, oh how I missed her.
"Hey Quackers, can you help me grab some stuff real quick?" "Sure thing Furbs, just gimme a sec." I groaned, Hannah was so weird, but I love her. I got up and grabbed some milk cartons or whatever and took them inside. Even though I felt relaxed I couldn't stop my heart from racing, felt like the damn thing would beat out of my chest.
"Remind me why I have to do your chores Han?" "'Cause you love me?" She laughed, what a pretty smile. Such a perfect person, so fit for me. Then I heard the knock. I set down the milk, told Hannah I'd go check it out and left. It wasn't much of a knock, more like a thunk noise. Heart sped up, legs twitching, ready to run at any moment. It's not like anything terrible happens in the neighborhood, probably just a stray dog that hit its tail on the house. I wish it was a stray dog. Instead, I was met with Kyle. His back was turned to me so I couldn't see what he was doing, but I knew him well enough to know something was up.
"Hey shithead, what are you doing?" I hissed, careful to keep some form of authority in my voice, it was shaky.
"Get on the ground." He muttered, still his back turned to me. I reached in my pocket slowly, reached for the knife I kept with me. "What?" "Get down, NOW!" He turned, and aimed a pistol at my face. I stepped back a little.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" I screamed, yet, I did as I was told. I got down on my knees. I couldn't die behind my house, not yet, I still have so much to do! So much to see! My girlfriend, oh god, Hannah, she'd go mad if I died when she was inside. Hannah, shit! Is she safe?! What if he sent someone inside? What if she was surrounded by guns? How would she react? She doesn't know how to fight! Oh god, is she dead? My mind raced with questions I couldn't even begin to answer. I would've killed her wouldn't I? Then that question shouted in my brain. Screamed out into an empty void of nothingness. The echo bouncing off the wall of my skull then flying back to hit me in the face.

"You wanna know why I'm doing this? Huh?" Kyle yelled, he was manic, but I could barely hear. The echo kept hitting me. Over, and over. Again and again. The echo.
"Because you belong to me. I've had enough of you called me a shit head, I'm done. You win, I've finally fucking snapped." He kneeled down and snatched my chin up to face him, look him in the eye. "Why aren't you responding, huh? You think the silent treatment will work? That'll just get you killed!" He stood back up and kicked me in the face. He kept kicking, mostly just in the ribs, "You think your better than me?! News flash hon, you're just like the rest of us, and you'll never be shit!" He slammed his foot directly on my ribs, and kicked me in the stomach. Then he grabbed my hair and pulled me up to his face.
"Last chance to speak up, bitch"
I grabbed his wrist.
"Fuck...you." I hissed, he hit me again. Harder and harder each time, then I saw a figure, someone rushing in and stealing the gun away, then another, thinner than the other one, punch Kyle in his face. Next, I saw Johnathan's face in front of mine. That poor face of worry.
"Is Hannah...ok?" I whispered,
"Yes! Yes she's fine, just, stay with me alright? The paramedics are coming and so are the cops. Kyle's not gonna hurt you or anyone else anymore, ok?" Johnathan was such a sweet boy. "Ok..." I squeaked out. Hannah watched as the paramedics took me away, it's truly nothing too bad, Kyle did hit a good amount of my ribs but none of them broke, or anything. I was lucky to only get out with a couple of scratches at most. Unlike Sebastian.

Sebastian was shot.