Long Night

Shots

   Sarah tried to stand up but her body was rebooting at its own pace. She wanted to scream but she couldn't find her voice. The accident plus the drugs from earlier had weakened her immensely. She was quite close to a building, she prayed to find refuge inside. More people stood watching but no one made a move to help. Except for a woman.

When Sarah saw her approaching, she waved frantically and tried to tell her to go away

"No, Go… Please! He's got… Gun! Run!"

The woman turned to run but a gunshot sent the crowd into a frenzy as the poor woman dropped dead with a bullet to the back of her head.

   A burst of adrenaline supplied Sarah with enough energy to jump up and run onto the building. She could hear sirens in the distance and she sent a silent prayer to God for sparing her life. Unfortunately, it was at the expense of an innocent.

Another gunshot broke through her reverie and she grabbed the suitcase tightly, fear gripping her, as she realised the man had followed her into the building. She assessed her environment and found that she was in a pizza parlor.

Really Sarah? God please save these people I have endangered.

   Many people like her, cowered beneath the tables and chairs of the pizzeria. The man had released a torrent of bullets now and people that tried to run, dropped like sacks. When he stopped, she peeked, from underneath her perch at the extreme, at the gunslinger's face. He was reloading, and when he looked up-

"Sam?!" Sarah screamed before she could stop herself. Sam, the man Femi had asked to "escort" her, found Sarah's wide eyes on him and smiled evilly before pointing the gun in her direction.

   Since Sarah's hiding place was beside the wide, clear, glass windows, Sam's bullets smashed them. When he stopped to reload, Sarah knew her fort wouldn't last long, so she decided to take the only route she could find, the window.

Sarah jumped, headfirst, out the window. She knew she was out of time, so she picked up her broken self and ran. A bullet hit her thigh and she tumbled on the street, the gravel creating new wounds, and the briefcase reopening the gash on her head.

She couldn't move. The adrenaline had worn off and she was acutely aware of the pain, everywhere. Her body felt like lead. She struggled to keep her eyes open when Sam approach her slowly.

   When he got to her, he pointed the gun straight at her temple. She was scared but she refused to show any weakness. She thought briefly of Ben, she never got to tell him how she really felt. She thought of her mum and how much she missed her. She cursed her dad once more, for the unnecessary havoc he brought to her life. She welcomed death and asked for forgiveness of sins before she closed her eyes. She heard a gunshot but she felt nothing, and she gave into the darkness that instantly consumed her.