Oliver immediately knew he wouldn't make it. His vision was too blurred to see how many holes there were in his chest, but as he crumpled to the floor, he knew it was one too many. He could hear shouting and screaming all around him, but it was more muffled, like he was sinking underwater. A tightening, wet warmness soon filled his body, and it was almost comforting, in its own way.
He couldn't remember how he'd been shot, who shot him, or what lead up to it directly before, but he was sure that it was no one's fault but his own.
When he first started training at the police academy all those years ago, he used to be afraid of getting shot on the job. But, it really wasn't as bad as he thought, and he hoped that Daniel knew that. He hated to see him so scared and distressed.
He also hoped Daniel knew how much he cared about him and about how much he'd miss him. They'd been close since kindergarten, and now here Oliver was, cutting it all short.
He felt guilty, but at the same time gratefully relieved that at least it was him and not someone else.
As Oliver looked for one last time at Daniel's face, he used all that he had left to whisper into Daniel's ear with a sad smile.
'Promise me you'll never give up on that dream of yours.'
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Death And Donuts
Teen FictionLife gets a little messy when a small town police department, with possibly little to no experience or training whatsoever, finds out that a serial killer has blown into town. Warning! This story contains death, abuse, violence and descriptions of g...
