Shiny Shotguns&Sharp Katanas

Babysitter

~I run. And run, and run. Ignoring the pain in my stomach. Blood drips from my chin as I cough up my own blood, it hurt to run but I had to get away. I was going at a slower pase than my usual speed but that was only because of the four gunshots in my stomach with the exit wound. I keep running until I can no longer hear them shouting many unkind words at me. I fall into the dirt and feel my eyes getting heavy, and my breathing starting to slow. Then, that's when it begins. Numbness courses through my veins, from my feet to finally my head. It all puts me into being calm, not feeling a thing, only to feel numb and weightless. I shut my eyes and a white flash pours through. Black and white reruns of my life run through my head, visions of Mikey and I playing in the old treehouse when we were younger. Visions of my mother and I. Visions of my entire life starting from just a few days ago, to a few years ago. Then finally, it comes down to when I was born. My mother was in the hospital bed, holding me with caution. My eyes wonder and they instantly land on my father, who was staring at me in awe with pure love.

"Beautiful." My mother whispers.

She hands me over to my father, and he smiled wide. He kisses my forehead and holds me as if I were an ancient fragile doll. He leans down and whispers into my small left ear "Forever, Cassandra. I love you."

And then it all goes white.~

"Cass. Cassandra wake up." Someone shakes me.

My eyes flutter open and I look up to find Carl hovering over me. I looked around with confusion plastered on my face, I was extremely confused as to what the hell my dream, or nightmare, was about. I was running but I'm not sure who from. My stomach was bleeding severely from, gunshots? And the reruns. They were black and white reruns of my life. But the only thing that came into my mind was what my father told me. What the hell did that mean? Should I ask him? Should I say anything at all? So many questions were going through my mind I felt like I was going insane.

"Cassandra!"

My head jolt up "Y-Yeah?"

Carl rolls his eyes "Were you even listening to me?"

I pause wondering whether I should lie or not, but it was obvious I really wasn't listening.

I shake my head "No."

Carl shakes his head "Well what I was telling you was that I'm gonna be keeping an eye on you and that Beth is too."

I raise an eyebrow "Why? I'm not five, Carl."

"No but you did try to jump off a roof not too long ago." He tells me.

I stand and clench my fist "Are you seriously gonna babysit me as if Im mentally ill?! No! I refuse!" I shout at him.

"Cassandra you have no choice! I'm not gonna let you do something like that again! What if I hadn't followed you and wasn't there to save you?! You'd be-"

"What I wanted!" I interrupted him.

He froze after that and didn't say a word for a few moments. His eyes grew wide as he processed what I had just said.

"This is all my fault isn't it?" He asked. Though it wasn't really a question.

Out of fury in that moment. The words flew out of my mouth before I could stop them.

"Completely your fault."

His jaw dropped and his head hung down. He backed away with small steps as if he has been shot in the stomach, or in this case, right in his heart. My eyes widened, I didn't mean it. I screwed up, I really screwed up. I reached my hand out, I wanted to hold him, to embrace him. I opened my mouth but no words came out. Carl backed up against the wall, speechless.

"C-Carl I-"

Carl shook his head and bursts out door in, what looked like, tears. I knew that it would take a lot to fix this. If fixing this was even possible.