Random Oneshots

Cold

I sit on the floor, a blanket next to me, just out of reach. My window is wide open, and I can hear the rain pouring down outside. I can hear my heartbeat in my ears, weakly pumping blood through my body.

I almost laugh.

My side is bleeding. So much blood. I should have known better than to leave the house after midnight.
While I was walking home from 7-11, someone came up behind me with a knife. They took my bag, and when I tried to get it back, they slashed at my ribs. I staggered back home, and... here I am.

My brother should be here soon. His flight was supposed to arrive an hour ago, so he's probably a few minutes away. I can't let him see me like this. I make a grab for the blanket, but I can't reach it. I give up.

He was the reason I was at 7-11 in the first place. I had wanted to surprise him with junk food and a crappy movie in a blanket fort, just like when we were kids.

I had built the fort, completed with pillows and a lava lamp inside. I'd made baked macaroni and cheese, both of our favorite. I'd put an ice cream cake in the freezer. I'd bought a ton of junk food at Safeway, but I'd forgotten the hot tamales, so I had to run to 7-11.

What was I doing?

I'm very cold. My vision is starting to fade. The wooden floor is suddenly very comfortable. I lay down and start to drift off.

Just before I lose consciousness, I hear a key in my apartment's lock. I see my brother walk through the door. I watch him drop to his knees by my side. He's shaking me, begging me to do something...
I can't hear him.

I choke out three words before I leave him.

"Happy Birthday, bro."

A/N: Hehe here's something short and crappy if anyone even reads this.