The Boys In the Basement

chapter 18

Niall raises the machete over his head and brings it down... But not on me. He swung it towards Harry, who was the closest to him and unaware. The machete cuts open a gash in Harry's stomach. I cringe and close my eyes, the sound of it all happening making me feel more queasy than I am. Liam drops me, and I fall back towards the ground. I hit my head off the ground. I'm feeling even more dizzy from blood loss and the hit on the head. I hear a commotion break out around me. No matter how dizzy I feel, I try fighting back.

I slowly bring myself to my feet, and open my eyes. My vision is blurry, and my head is hurting so bad that it feels like I'm swaying my head, even though I'm not. I try to stay on my feet, the dizziness now getting the best of me. It seems as if I'm forgotten about now.

I look towards the fighting group. I try not to delay time, and I allow myself to fall to the ground. I start feeling around for a weapon. I finally feel the shape of a shotgun. I pick it up and stand up again. I try stand my ground, but I'm stumbling about.

I'm unaware of what's going on. There's too much for me to keep track of and who's possibly going to die. I'm probably the one to die, and they'll get away with it. I was never really afraid of death. But now I am. It feels like I'm standing on deaths doorway right now and there's no going back.

I manage to hold the shotgun without dropping it. I hold it in front of me and aim it at someone's back. I don't care who. Before I can shoot, I'm tackled to the ground.

I let out a scream of confusion and terror. I land on the ground with a thud, my head hitting off the ground so hard that now I can barely keep my eyes open. I'm dying for sure.

"You tried." is all I can hear before everything turns dark.