Screams were belligerently reciprocated outside my bedroom door. It was happening all over again. This was why I wish I were deaf. If I were deaf, I wouldn't be able to hear the anguish of the ones I held close to me. An ear-splitting thud sounded at my door, followed by an agonizing bawl. It was mom, I felt like a dagger had just been pierced through my undefiled heart. I couldn't take it anymore. Without a single thought, I shot up from my bed and vigilantly inched towards my door, my heart was pounding through my chest.
Once I was close enough, I hurled the door open and tried pleading for them to stop, but before I could get a single word out, I felt a sharp, grievous, and anomalous pain in my lower chest as an ear-deafening noise echoed down the hallway.
I stumbled to the floor as blood began to gusher out of me. Muffled bellows aroused around me. I found myself struggling to keep my eyes open and catch a breath. The world aggressively spun around me, almost like a peaceful carousel going in a continous loop as toddlers giggled in glee. The only difference was that I wasn't having fun.
My conciousness was slipping away right before my eyes. I tried desperately to keep my eyes open, but it wasn't working. Was this the end? The Grim Reaper seemed to have overcome me, and my eyes shut.
YOU ARE READING
Delta
FantasyAfter a gunshot wound to your chest, you wake up in an unfamiliar environment with unfamiliar people. However, the world you awake in has problem that could destroy life there, and you are the only one who can help (what a cliche description lmao)
