Valentina498341
His eyes haunted her. The last time she had looked into them, blood was gushing out of her leg. He had shot her, as he had done with five other people. Years had passed since that tragic inncident. She didn't expect to ever see him again. Deep inside her heart she had hoped for it tough, cause as she had looked into the eyes of death itself she had realized something. After spending hours of grieving, drinking and crying. Years of wishing herself into a tomb six feet under. She didn't wanna die. Not yet. Not like this. She had tried to kill herself before but she never succeded. She never took that last pill. Never made that last step over the edge. She had imagined countless times what would happen if she had done it. If only she had jumped over her shadow, into the claws of death wich were reaching for her like she was it's favourite drug. But then, in this little cafe, where she used to study for hours. Then when he walked in, holding that gun. Shooting arround like some maniac, she knew it wasn't over.