The Day I Died

The Day I Got Shot (Again)

Chapter 30

The Day I Got Shot (Again)

"Liam I-" I scrabble to my feet and hesitantly walk towards him.

He takes a step back and shakes his head.

"You lied to me." He whispers, his eyes piercing into mine.

It's not a question, it's a statement.

"I'm sorry, okay. I was going to tell you but-" I struggle to finish and wring my hands together nervously.

"You lied to me." He repeats, this time his voice is louder, angrier and I feel like guilt is burning through my body.

I look behind me and see Maisie with her eyes wide.

"It's okay, we'll be back in a minute." I give her a shaky smile and shut the door behind me.

Liam is deathly pale, he's clenching and un clenching his fists as he leans against the wall and I feel like I'm about to break.

"I'm sorry. I just didn't want to worry you!" I say, reaching out to touch his shoulder.

He jerks backwards and my hand freezes before returning to my side.

"I can't believe you didn't tell me Scarlett. I'm just- I'm going to die in 3 days and you told me it was my dad!" He shouts, grimacing at me.

"I tried to tell you earlier but-"

"You should have tried harder! Jesus Christ do you not see how bad this is!?"

I look at the floor, my eyes burning.

There is a long silence. Liam is breathing heavily and I can hear the hum of the TV downstairs.

"I can't deal with this right now. I need some time...I'm going out." He says finally and I step backwards so my back is touching the wall.

"Okay. I'm sorry." I say again and this time he nods slightly before taking off down the stairs.

As soon as I hear the door slam closed, I slide down the wall and tuck my knees into my chest.

Well that went well.

I sigh and hold my head in my hands, wincing when I feel a burning on my wrist.

I peer at it and my heart begins to pound.

The numbers have changed again.

Etched onto my pale wrist is not a black cursive number 3.

It's a bold red 0.

I take a deep breath and blink rapidly.

No.

No!

It's over. There are no days left.

Liam.

In an instant I'm up and charging down the stairs, I swing the door open and race into the street.

My eyes flick frantically around the street, looking for Liam.

Come on, which way.

Left or right.

Right.

I run down the street faster than I've ever run before. Even when my feet ache and my lungs burn I keep running.

I stop abruptly when I see him. He's in a small shop, the bright lights and panels of clear glass allowing me to see him clearly.

I run over the road and open the clear, polished door. A bell rings and the cashier glances at me. Our eyes meet and she seems to be staring right at me.