A Wolf's Tale

5

"Kendall?!" I cry out. Tears stream down my face.

An eerie, sickening chill occupies the vanilla scented air and floods down my spine. Lingering tension flutters in the air, however, it is still thick enough to make a person uncomfortable.

Kendall lays lifeless on the floor, gun at her side, blood staining her chest, one hand on her stomach, and dried mascara stained on her cheeks.

Her eyes fix on the floor, her mouth slightly open, and her arm stretched out in front of her. Blood slowly pools under her body, staining her polka dot sundress.

Just seeing her like that pains me. My heartbeat quickens, I can't breathe... I can't breathe... the room spins and I choke on sobs. She can't be dead. Please God... no.

"No... Kendall... please... please..." I sob.

My body feels one hundred pounds heavier like something is pushing me to the floor. Magnetic force pushing me to my knees, buckling them underneath my body.

My eyes glue to her, I grab ahold of her cold body and hold her in my arms. Blood coats my hands and stains my shirt. My ear brushes against her chest, a shallow heartbeat fills my ear.

I gently push her head to the side for a moment so I could grab my phone. I fight to get my phone out of my pocket and dial nine-one-one.

"Hold on, Ken. I've got you." I whisper in her ear. I gently stroke her hair, her hair curls around my calloused fingers begging me not to let her go.

If anything happens to her, I'm dead. Not only will Kylie kill me, I would do it myself.

You think she cares about you? She doesn't care about you, not anymore.

Shut up, I don't need you filling my head with nonsense.

Nonsense? I'm trying to make you see the whole picture here! Kendall did this for herself- to get away from you! She did this to prevent your child from being born. She wanted to wipe any evidence that you and her had drunken sex. She probably still loved you but couldn't stand the thought of having a kid with you. She did this for herself. To protect her sanity, could you imagine it? Her looking at your kids face and seeing a big mistake?

Stop it! Just stop it! Just shut the hell up!

"9-1-1, what's your emergency?" A female dispatcher speaks from my phone.

Her strong yet soft-spoken voice eager to take my call. I snap my attention from Kendall to my black phone screen.

"My friend... she... she shot herself. She has a heartbeat... please hurry, it's very faint. She's pregnant." I ramble.

You mean fuck buddy? Oh and by the way, she's a vampire so they can't give her a blood transfusion to make up for the lack of blood!

Stop it! Just shut it! I don't need you in my head right now.

Think logically, dumbass. She hasn't eaten in a few hours, and the blood that she did consume is on the floor and your clothes.

Stop it! Stop talking!

"Okay, I've traced your call, I have your location, please stay on the phone until the paramedics get there." She replies.

If I didn't tell her, none of this would've happened. We would be going out tonight, we would've cuddled and taken a late night stroll in the park. We would've been in love. I begin to choke on sobs.

Warm tears stream down my face. Seeing her like this... lifeless sickens me. She was in so much pain... I caused her to be in pain.

I hold her limp body against my chest and gently stroke her hair. Tears slowly roll down my cheek and fall to her hair.