Retaliation

Prologue: PAIN

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"Please don't leave me, please." I whisper, desperately trying to hold the wound in place. That is what you're supposed to do right? At least that's what everyone says to do. But do you wrap it with anything? What about the blood? How much blood signifies heavy blood loss? Surely it can not be that bad, right? Her long red hair sticks to her neck and cheeks, I tuck a strand behind her ear carefully. Her slightly pale lips turn up gently, as she gives me that same smile that made me fall for her.

"No it's okay, don't cry." She tries to grab my hand, but I quickly see the amount of work it is taking for her to even lift up a pinky.

"I cannot lose you like this, come on baby. I fucking love you more than anything there is to love." The tears stream down my face furiously like a scene from a movie my friends would  mock. No one understands pain until it is the only emotion left to feel in a situation. Loss, heartache, sadness, anger, all of this can all be placed in one word. Pain. But this pain is different, and I never felt that deep pain after. Not physical pain or the pain after losing someone, but the pain of knowing it's all over, but hoping its not.There's still time, there's still time, there's still time, that silly thought in your brain repeats over and over again until it's proven wrong.This type of pain is a once in a lifetime pain and staying up in bed for days until your body can't take it anymore is a better alternative to the pain of holding someone you love, and only be able to count the seconds you two have left.

"Cheesy," she smirks closing her eyes, "you've always been a cheesy guy."

"No, look at me baby. I need you, please just stay awake." Have you ever been on a roller coaster? Not a little baby roller coaster, but the one in the middle of the theme park that has the longest line full of annoying families and teenage couples trying to be adventurous. The way I see it is like this: my life is a roller coaster, your life is a roller coaster, we all have pathetic lives that resemble that theme park's main attraction. We've all experienced the rush of the top of the roller coaster, and while I could easily describe this moment as that, I won't. This moment is that rare situation in which the roller coaster breaks down and stops midway in the drop. After all this, my life will remain broken down in the middle of a drop.

She smiles at me for a few moments, her eyes still closed, before her hand turns cold.

It all stops; time, my breathing, my memories, my blood, my brain, my heart, my soul, my reason to live. It all stops.

I stare at her in shock, as my heart flat out drops in my chest.  My sobs start to get louder and I hug her with all my strength, burying my face in the crook of her neck. Around me, all there was, was the sound of pure and beautiful silence. How can something be so beautiful right now? There was a light click from behind me, and I knew what that meant. 

"Do it." I mutter in a sob.

"Hmmm...." the man chuckled from behind me.

"Why would you hurt someone so perfect?" I asked, not bothering to wipe away the tears falling from my eyes. 

"Nothing personal, I was doing my job. You just happened to get in the way," he gloomily answers. His job? She got in the way of his job? My fist meets the pavement, and I start to yell hysterically. I keep tearing my fist into the ground, until I hear something crack, then I add more force. The pain matches half of the emotional pain, and it somehow made me feel powerful. Goosebumps start rising through my skin and the pain in my knuckles goes from excruciating to a slight pinch. 

" We got in your way?" By now, I can't help but start to laugh. This man has the audacity of considering his nasty crimes as part of a "job"? A job that contributes money to the United States? A job that he gets paid for? A job that he has to wake up and dread going to? Ha.

"You sir are a joke. " I smile, standing up on my legs There's the sound of footsteps and a group of people are holding me back in a matter of seconds. One of them mumbles something about me being a crazy guy, and the other one laughs quietly. Crazy. I was always considered smart and conceited but never crazy. My hand is held in a shaky hand, most likely by the man who just called me crazy. Funny how he can befriend people and proceed to murder them, yet he can not seem to handle holding a broken hand.

"Boy, no one speaks to me like that," the asshole says, piercing his blue eyes at me. Blue eyes.

"Fuck you," I mutter with a smile. He laughs with me as well, before cocking his elbow back and hitting me square in the jaw. I feel the impact immediately, and I can tell from the sound that something else was broken. I did not even know that my body could handle this much pain, considering I have never been in a fight before. I had caught a glimpse of his golden ring with an engraving mark of a bear before he hit me. Bear.

"That's the best you got huh?" I taunt. Everyone around me starts to snicker as if they all knew some sort of inside joke.

"Nope, I just started little guy."

With each hit I got, my anger rose. Leila's lifeless body, which was right in front of me, gave me the strength to continue playing with the man's ego. With each hit he gave me, his pride rose. A roll of my eyes got me a broken nose, a  yawn most likely broke my ribs.

"Anything else you want to say?" He asks with nothing but hate.

"You" I tiredly spoke, "hit like a pissed of mom." My head, ribs, feet, and nose hurts. My lungs seem to not work, since I can't breathe, but its my heart that hurts the most. I start to think about all the things I should have done. I should have known that defending that guy would have gotten me here, and I should have listened to Leila when she told me to let it all go. I should have listened to my mom when she told me to not be too late. 

"Tie him up and dump him into the river." The baboon in with his stupid ring demands. They lift me up into the railing of the little bridge and half of the group starts walking to the black Ferrari with New Mexico license plates. New Mexico. I feel the cold water, next thing I know, it freezes  my entire body. You cant die, not yet, Leila's gentle voice coos into my head. I snap my head up and look for the source of the voice.

. The water start to fill up my lungs, and I see a tiny light form in front of me.

You have to get them back Jack  I think. Memories flood into my mind, talking, laughing, crying, all these emotions are what made me vulnerable. Love is what killed me, not the men. My broken hand hangs enough for the rope to become lose. I feel my hands untie themselves, and I somehow use them to untie my feet.  I'm glad that my mom took me to those stupid swimming lessons when i was ten, because I'm breathing oxygen in less than two seconds.

"It's not ending like this.

A/N: New story, I have decided to write a novel that will specifically be used for me to improve in my writing, and get out of my comfort zone. Hopefully after this project, I will come out a better writer and you (the reader) will come out enjoying a story about... well that's for you to find out. I appreciate the support, and I hope to become a writer who will be very connected and available for her readers. If you have any critiques or ideas or maybe just want someone to talk to, feel free to message me anytime. Criticisms are very much supported, in fact I hope to get as much feedback as I can, it will help me grow. Anyway without further ado,  I present to you...RETALIATION. 

~Jess