Behind the face

17- To Our Death

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Seventeen minutes and forty-six seconds- that's was how much time it took Laura to arrive at the house. With her heart threatening to fall out of her chest and her mumbling prayers to anyone that cared to listen, she drove like a madwoman.

Parking two blocks away from the house, she brought her handgun with her but not before calling the police. The officer immediately told her not to move but after waiting for five minutes she could stop her legs from moving on its own. She knew how stupid it was for her to go alone but she needed be there. For some reason Tiffany called her instead of the police, that made her scared and curious.

As silent as a thief, she tiptoed into the porch of the house and with one hand in her jacket pocket where the gun lay safely and the other quietly opening the door.

Entering into the sitting room she could feel it. The presence of someone- pure evil- and the fact that the electricity was cut wasn't helping. Just as she was about to call out for Tiffany she heard a gunshot followed by a cry. Shivering in fear, she brought out the handgun holding it tight like her life depended on it because it did.

A second later, a presence was moving towards the sitting room and almost immediately she hide herself behind the curtain praying that the absence of light will serve as an advantage to her.

The person walked past her without suspecting a thing and walked start out of the house. She immediately came out and ran towards the door to shut it.

Then their eyes met.

Tick- tock. The wall clocked mocked her. Echoing in the room filled with dreadful emptiness. In that second, Laura knew her life hung by a thread. She cursed herself for not listening to the police. Maybe she wouldn't have died so easily.

But she wasn't about to give in so easily. If she was about to die then she would die fighting. She eyed his gun knowing her life depended on that one second. And in that second, faster than she knew her legs could move she pushed the door locking it in a haste while thanking her stars it was made of metal. It was enough to keep him out until the cops came she prayed.

Opening the door of the rooms in the house, she called Tiffany's name. She put her hands in her pocket and cursed when she figured out she left it in the car. This is how they die in the movies. She thought. Someone always forget their phones.

She was in that particular room, that had become very familiar to her as she sees it in her dreams every night, when she saw her. Laying on the floor, body faced down, blood flowing from her.

At first she thought she was dead but she heard her moan.

"Tiffany!! My God!!" It was at that moment she knew she was crying.

"L..laura. You came." She gave a weak smile that showed the sadness in her eyes.

"Don't talk. The police are coming. Will get help very soon. You're going to be okay." She knew she wasn't so sure but she could use any amount of positivity at this point.

Groaning, Tiffany tried to sit up. "What are you doing?!" Laura's face paled. "Don't move. Please!"

"Don't worry. One bullet won't take me down."

The sight of her friend turned sister in this death threatening situation made her finally give into the tears that threatened to flow in more than one occasion that night."I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything!"

Even in pain Tiffany tried to laugh. "Stop that Laura. It will spoil your reputation if word comes out. I'm not dying yet." But even she knew she was lying. She was lucky that the bullet was several inches away from her heart but if she wasn't attended to in a few minutes, she was as good as meat. Dead cold meat. Laura immediately removed her scarf, applying pressure on the wound to reduce the bleeding .