He started coughing. Again. "You okay?" I asked him genuinely concerned about his health.
He glanced at me, "Yeah, I'm fine. Now shut up and we'll get this thing on a roll." He went behind the set up camcorder and push a button that i assumed was the record button.
His steps seemed weak as he walked over. That's when it got weird. He started coughing, but this time there was blood. It just spewed out of his mouth. "Oh my God!" I yelled.
The palm of his hand stung my face. "Stop! Stop. Stop. Stop!" he screamed in my face. He pressed the barrel of the gun to my rightside temple. "Okay, now tell your little boyfriends what's happening right now." I hesistated. "Do it now," he whispered menacingly.
I cleared my throat and took a deep breath. "Hey, guys. I don't know anything to say other than I love you so much and that you gus have been the best trying to keep me safe. Just know that this is not your fault." I was cut short by John.
"Get up, Catherine! C'mon get up! It's over!" he screamed at me. What?
It didn't make any sense, but he kept repeating it. "John, I don't know what you-" he pulled the trigger. Bang.
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"Get up, Catherine. C'mon get up. It's over," someone was shaking me.
What? Where am I? "Where am I?" I yawned. I pulled my head up from a desk.
"You're in detention. Which is now over. You can go home."
Detention? Home? I can go home! Mom! I got up and ran out who-knows-how-many doors and down a sidewalk until I got home.
I opened the front door of my house. My mom was sitting inside. "Mom!" I ran over an hugged her.
"Hey, Cat. What's wrong?" she asked suspiciously. She proceeded to kiss my head.
I laughed and cried and smiled and every emotion was running through me right now. It seemed like a fairytale endig. I looked at her, "I'm just glad to see you."
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Stolen · An Emblem3 FanFic
FanfictionHer dad was stolen. Her happiness was stolen. She was stolen. Catherine Wright, fifteen, just lost her dad and now the unbelievable happens. The big question is how does Emblem3 fit in this?
