Random Short Stories

Shot

I'm in pain. So much pain it's unfathomable. I keep going over the events trying to keep myself awake. I know I might die but that's not the first thing that comes to mind. What comes to mind is my home. Filled with water falls and laughter. But I can't think of that now. Those memories seem distant and hazy. Hard to remember. Instead I focus on what I do know.

I was on a mission to get someone out of prison. I was caught while trying to escape. Luckily the person I broke out managed to get away. But me? I ran for miles. They stayed on my trail and in a desperate attempt to escape by doubling back I was found. And so the chase began. I sprinted away trying rapidly to think of a plan. Running as they pulled guns on me. Bullets wizzing by. At one point I was shot.

Stumbling and trying not to focus on the pain. Suddenly and other sharp pain. I had been shot again. Two pieces of hot metal stuck in my flesh. And then once more right in the shoulder. I fell over numb and half unconscious. Only one thought could surface in my ocean of pain. I have to keep going..

I slowly got up pain shooting through my every nerve. Then I heard it. Water. A river- no a water fall. I stood walking twords the sound with the guards following. I didn't know were they had gone but I had somehow managed to escape them for a second.

After walking for ten minutes I saw it. I was at the top of a water fall that stood at least 50 ft tall. My brain was hazy telling me that I had to go. But the water, the water as my home. And suddenly in my foolish decision to stay the guards found me. Surrounding me with my back to the edge of the water fall. They spoke to me in a language I couldn't understand. Maybe in a distant life I could. But not with bullet holes wreaking havoc in my body. Yelling mixed with the sound of water. A dull roar making my eyes stay wide open. And once more with foolish intent I jumped. Over the edge falling into the water. Excepting my death with the blissful thought that I wouldn't have to feel the pain.

So now I am on shore riddled with bullet holes and broken bones wheezing as I hope that help comes without the faintest idea of how I swam here. My back against pebbles and clothes clinging to my skin. Cold and dying for a man I didn't know.

I can only imagine what my body will look like once I'm dead. Bloated contorted. With blue cracked lips and pale skin. Surrounded by my own blood. With three bullet holes and broken bones that I don't care to count. A shame they would say as the checked off my name waiting for someone to fill it. A bullet hole in my shoulder one in my side and one last one deadly close to my spine. Terrible aim on the first two. I thought almost happy. I try reacting my name to keep myself awake but even that seems covered in fog.

I barely hear someone wading through the water. I feel warm hands in my face as I slowly open my half dead eyes. A face. A face that I don't think is real because it would be great luck to be found by my employers and almost impossible lock to be found by the one I want to be found by. So I think I'm dead. But maybe not. Maybe that impossible luck wasn't so impossible. Maybe... maybe everything...
will..
                  be...all.....

                                  .......right