Screams filled the streets, blood crawling ones too, the sound of their body hitting the floor caused heads to snap their way but not too long before they fled. Left us all out in the streets, coat covered in blood that also seeped into the snow making the crimson colour pop even more, making her anxious.
She cried and cried as he bled and held him close to her chest. "Baby, baby look at me okay, look at me, stay with me!" He gripped unto her coat and soon enough the ambulance came, her mother stood from the porch and watched what had happened but didn't budge, almost like she had something to do with it, then she turned on her heels and went back inside shutting the doors as the paramedics placed his body on a stretcher, put him in and sped off.
Everyone was terrified, many questions arose, but just like all crimes in New York, not too many people know... but Milan grew furious and her blood boiled as her thoughts ran with blood all over her hands.
All these unanswered questions, the suspense was unbearable, whispers from the neighbors in their houses, she heard them loud and clear but the real question is.......
'Who Shot Ya?'
