Juvenile Delinquents

The Bang

With my head held high, I made my way back inside the building. I took all the routes to head back to where the first exit was. My stomach was turning, nervousness ate me up. I hoped my plan would work. When I arrived, I swung the doors open and made them slam against the brick wall outside. Everyone stopped their fire and directed their attention towards me. I ignored them all, my gaze locked on Jackson. "Where's your group Melody?" Jackson tilted his head a little.

    "Right here you psychopath." Greta growled at Jackson. Her and Willow stood at my sides. Determined to not leave me alone.

     Jackson smirked. "Greta, darling!" His arms were spread open. "How are you? I haven't heard from you since you broke up with me for some unintentional reason." He pouted as his head cocked to the side.

     "I broke up with you because you wanted to kill my best friend!" She yelled. Quickly beginning an argument, my eyes scanned the other side of the field. I wanted to make sure my family was there and with my luck they were. Dad was in the middle with mom by his side and my two siblings beside her. They were watching the scene unfold. Dad was the first to meet my eyes, scrunched his brows wondering what was going on. I lightly tilted my head towards the forest. Following my direction, his eyes searched the opened area before nodding at me. A slick smile on his lips. I broke eye contact with him as he turned to my family to tell them. He was quickly spreading the news.

     My eyes locked with the familiar five people who were in that building with me. They stood confidently on the other end of the field. Rebecca had blood all over her arms. Her bleach blonde hair was pulled back into a pony tail making her entire black athletic clothes stand out on her fair skin. Huston stood to the right, slightly in front of her with Gunner. Dressed in a dark green hoodie with black joggers and shoes. Dirt littered his hoodie and patches of drew on his hands. Gunner stood beside his friend. Black short sleeves and matching black pants. Dirt ran up the sides of his boots. His blood hair was raffled and filled with blood. The three clearly did some damage.

     But what shocked me the most was Damiano and Alexander. They truly looked like they killed someone. Damiano stood beside Rebecca, hands intertwined together. His casual black attire blending with her. Mud and blood scattered over him. His silver eyes gazing at me, but squeezing Rebecca's hand. Alexander stood slightly in front. His white top was smeared with blood, making it visible to everyone. His Adidas pants and boots covered in blood and mud. Alexander's dark eyes scanned me. Trying to figure out what was happening. What I was planning.

     My eyes drifted towards the forest as they followed. Damiano spotted Tyson in mere seconds but the sound of a gun cocking dragged me from them.

     Jackson held his gun at Greta. Pointing it to her forehead. His minions followed. The sound of groans and moans filled the air but they became muffled. Everything around worked in slow motion as my legs rushed to Greta's side. I wasn't thinking of the consequences. I was focused on keeping my friend alive. Shoving her out of the way, pain engulfed me. My entire chest grew with it. My eyes adverted down. Blood. I saw blood.

     It dragged down my top, smearing against my open belly button. My crop top showing I've been shot as my hand gently touched the wound. My body felt numb. My eyes were wide as they directed towards Jackson. I heard a distant scream. Hands held my arms as my body crumbled to the ground. The police officers yelling at Jackson as a few tackled him to the ground. Handcuffs placed on his wrists. His minions followed. The sound of sirens filled the area and the shouting grew. I felt tired. As if I couldn't breath. The feeling of the grass beneath me engulfed me. Hugged me with its warmth. I knew the fight was over. I had won. Jackson was going to jail. I was able to die in peace.

     The people around me sounded distant. Their eyes filled with worry but I knew their faces would be engrave in my mind forever. I tried to ignore the pain swirling in my chest. Tried to keep my eyes opened. Greta stood beside me, mumbling words I couldn't make out. Neil beside her, wrapping his arms around her. Tears running down her cheeks. It broke my heart. I smiled lightly and squeezed her hand. "You're worth it." I managed out. Quiet words that made her cry harder. Neil's white hair dripped in dirt as he nodded at me. I would always root for them to be together. They were meant to be.

     Willow's dark curls greeted me as tears rushed down her cheeks, Matthew rubbing her back. He wanted to give her place, wanted her to grieve but his eyes could leave me. He looked broken. Couldn't believe something as bad was happening to someone so close to him.

     My eyes circled the group, the familiar five stood at my feet. Rebecca was a mess. Tears rushing down her cheeks as Alexander tightly held her. Damiano held a hand to his chest. Perfect lips turning into a frown, Gunner besides him squeezing Hutson on the shoulder. We had gotten close the two of us. Gunner and I bonded in the ware house. Formed a bond. One that I would never be able to repay. I blinked once. Feeling extremely tired.

     Someone slapped me on the side of my cheek. Medical bags came into view. Paramedics. Willow and Greta hugged Rebecca. The three of them shaking. My family tried to speak to them. Tried to make me hear them. Julian and Katrin sat at my right. My older brother kept his hands on my chest, trying to stop the bleeding. Katrina's hand on my cheek as she kept me awake. Kept on saying words to me. Words that weren't registering. Their eyes never left mine. Tears rushing down both their cheeks as my parents stood behind them. Shoulder shaking.

     My mother broke my heart. Her blue eyes widened in fear. Hands in a prayer formations as she looked between me and the grey sky. My father smiled lightly at me. Mumbling words. January weather was particularly warm that day. The cold still bit at us but not as hard. The green grass was frosted over. Everything seemed perfect in that moment. Or so I thought.