I kept my eyes tightly shut, already embracing the death I soon had to face.
I heard his gun go off, but I felt no pain.
Instead, I felt someone's arms wrap around me. They pushed me against the ground, shielding my body from the bullet, so it didn't hit me.
I opened my eyes and saw Jackson's bare muscular arm around my shoulder.
"Are you okay?" He asked with his husky voice.
"Yes", I breathed out in shock. "You saved my life"
I saw Chris' face go completely white and he dropped his weapon before running away.
Just as I was about to celebrate our victory, Jackson coughed weakly and I felt something spurt on my shoulder. I instantly rolled him over, and had to shove my hand in my mouth to stop myself from screaming.
The sight was terrifying.
His neck was gushing out blood, dripping onto the ground and down his shoulder, staining everything. His mouth was open and a thin trail of blood went down his cheek. He fluttered his eyes, going in and out of conciousness.
"No!" I shrieked and violently ripped off my shirt, pressing it against his neck.
"No! No!" I began to cry. "Sit up, sit up"
I lifted him up and let his back rest onto the dirty brick wall as I helplessly looked around, but saw absolutely no one.
"Jackson!" I cupped his cheek with my bloody hand. "Stay with me, okay? Just keep your eyes open, you hear me? Jackson!"
Heart beating faster than ever before, I tied the shirt around his neck to block the blood but still loose enough so he could breathe.
"Stay awake, please, keep your eyes open" I whispered.
Slowly, he opened his dark brown eyes and looked at me. His eyes were full of pain and desire to die, but I wasn't giving up. Not in the slightest.
"Stay awake honey" I hiccuped. "You need to stay awake so I know you're alive, okay? We're going to survive this, alright? We'll have a big wedding after this, we'll invite all our friends over and throw a big party. We'll have a big house, with a nice car and kids, right?"
Jackson tried to smile, but failed.
"I love you baby, we're going to make it." I smiled. "I'll let you decide the bedroom colours for our kid, okay? Or maybe we'll just adopt a dog, would that be better for us? I really want a son, but it's up to you, dear. Just keep awake, I'll call help."
In reality I had no phone, and I knew we wouldn't make it. He was too weak to even respond to me.
Jackson had lost so much blood, he needed a miracle to stay alive.
He was going to die.
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me and my friend were riding her 2 stroke motorbike around town, drifting and having fun like teenagers do
i fell from her bike because i wasn't very good at riding it (*cough* i dont have the licence *cough* please dont call the cops on me) and i faceplanted right next to dog poop
it was fun
now i smell like 2 stroke
most people dont like the smell 2 strokes leave on you but i think it smells good (even though the smell wont leave you for days, not even by showering)
i prefer 4 strokes because they go smoother and use less fuel but anyways
the smell of 2 strokes remind me of my crush because he has a sexy 2 stroke bike
i mean id bang his bike over him anyday
him too but his bike is way sexier
also he got caught driving drunk soo
