Young Assassins

1) Frayed Yarn Bracelet

Hot tears silently streamed down his face, but in his mind he was screaming. Begging. Pleading. Praying that he would wake up any second. Joey felt the cold barrel of a handgun gently pressed to the back of his head. He finally spoke up, his voice shaky and broken.

"Maya, please- we can figure something out-"

Joey's stuttering was cut off by the deafening sound of Maya cocking the gun. His legs had been shaking so bad that he was kneeling on the cold cement already, however that didn't keep his knees from buckling. He gasped for air as panic washed over him, and his mind went blank. The only sounds in that abandoned warehouse were the sobs and cries of Joey, still trying to grasp onto some amount of oxygen that would cure him of his fear... BANG!

The shot echoed through the warehouse, silencing Joey's tears, but only for a moment. When he finally opened his eyes, realization struck him as blood began to stream past his shaking body. He screamed and flung himself over Maya, sobbing deeply into her body which was now lying dead on the floor. After spending little time sobbing over her, he pulled himself up again. He looked down and spotted something in Maya's grasp. No, not the gun. A frayed yarn friendship bracelet. It was blue. Similar to the one Joey had on. More tears began to fall from his eyes, as he knelt down and took the bracelet out of her hand. Joey flinched, not expecting his best friend's hands to still be warm. He looked at the bracelet remembering when they each made one for each other in fourth grade. They were at the assassins training camp. Their first year, and they immediately bonded. Joey then closed Maya's eyes, taking note of the streaks and tear stains that glided down her soft facial expression.

Joey knew he had to go now, but he didn't want to leave her. She meant everything to him. And just like that. The young assassins club took that away. He sighed heavily, wiping his tears and standing up, his legs still wobbly from the recent events. As soon as he got outside, he leaned over into a bush, and gradually he lowered himself back onto his knees as he held his stomach tight. He couldn't make it stop. The image of Maya lying there, blood pooling on the floor around her was just burned into his mind. His stomach had emptied itself out, but Joey was still doubled over on the ground. He sobbed as dry heaves leapt out of the pit of his stomach like frogs.

Once Joey regained physical stability, he walked the lonely parking lot feeling numb. Not only was his stomach empty, but he felt like his whole body was. His mind was blank. He didn't even realize that he had arrived at Maya's car until his dazed mind awoke. He opened the front door, and got in. He didn't grab the keys out of Maya's pocket, so he had to hijack it. There was no way he could bring himself back to Maya's blood stained body. As he drove, that numb empty feeling returned, as his mind wandered through his blissful memories with Maya.

He heard the sound of his phone buzz with a notification. It was close, but muffled. He took his eyes off of the desolate road in front of him to look around for said phone. He found it in the glove compartment, and he pulled it out without hesitation, not even bothering to focus on the dark road ahead of him. It was a text from Phelix.

Maya. Please tell me you didn't do it. Tell me I'm not too late. Please, I just want to say goodbye to him.

Joey groaned and put the phone down next to him, ignoring his boyfriend's last text message. He couldn't deal with it right now. He couldn't face Phelix and tell him that their best friend killed herself instead of using the bullet for him.

Ya'll let me know if this chapter is too short/long! I'm new to this whole thing, so if you have some wise, Wattpad advise, please share!