Unearthly Earth

And Then I Was Gone

Davin’s P.O.V.

I heard the gunshot. I heard someone fall to the ground,but I couldn't look up in time to see what had happened. I opened my eyes to a familiar face over me. He was back. I closed my eyes tighter.

When I opened them, there was no ground below me anymore. I was on a bed.

Heidi's bed. I noticed that I could feel the blanket over me. I tried to wiggle my toes, and they moved.

"I CAN FEEL AGAIN!" I screamed, hopping up out of her bed. I ran through the house screaming for everyone to come look, but little had I forgotten, I was alone.

When I walked into my bedroom, Tod was wrapped up in covers. His eyes looked up at me, I knew he was okay. "Tod?" I said while walking over to him to take the blankets off. On his legs, blankets, and the bed was blood. I began to cry. My memories came rushing back, this was all because of me. I ran to the bathroom, getting the first aid kit from the filing cabnet. I poured alcohol on his wounds, he whipered and whined.

I wrapped them up soon after, hoping to stop the bleeding. I covered him back up and let him rest. I walked out the front door ready to find my family. Wondering how I got back into my house, and healed I wasn't sure about, but I was happy I could walk again. 

I trotted down the street, taking a left. On the ground in front of me was a huge puddle of blood and Heidi laying in the middle of it. Over her was a guy, whom I did not know. I walked closer, standing my ground and prepared to find and lose. He looked up at me, coming closer. I began to back up realizing the flames in his eyes. He was really, really angry. In one second, he was right in front of me. I was unable to escape his grip. I screamed for mercy as his fingers dug into my arms. I was flailing wildly, but it was no use. I was going to end up like Heidi.

Heidi’s P.O.V.

I tasted the blood in my mouth, and I felt it coming out my nose. I coughed and sputtered trying to get the horrible taste gone. I looked up, and I saw the huge hole that was now my chest. I was taking small shallow breaths. My chest was falling evenly, still.

I began to sing a song in my head. Never having heard it before. "It'll be alright, it'll be okay. Don't ever let go, don't let go." It had a nice rhythm, maybe it was my brain comforting me. I wasn't sure. My breathing was getting shallower, and soon it was only a breath or so every 10 seconds. My mind was cloudy. My whole body began to tingle. My sight went first. Slowly, little back squares entered my eyes coming together to blind me. Then my heart began to slow. My hearing went last. I heard the sound of footsteps walking away. It was easier for me not to breathe. In fact, it was easier, more comfortable, and infinitely more natural not to breathe than to breathe. So I let go. The last feeling I would ever have was the feeling of my chest come up one last time, heaving. The blood trickled out of the wound, and the next minute, I was non-existent.