The smell of gasoline hit QC's nose so viscously, she could taste it in the back of her throat. The sound of what resembled to the sound of nails on a chalkboard, drilled loudly into her head. The headache that was knocking on her temples, made her mouth water. Her arms and legs felt stiff and her cheek was laying against something cold and wet. Her eyes fluttered open, to a sight so gruesome, she felt like she had swallowed her throat and shitted out throw-up. The only light that was coming in, was from a broken window near a streetlight.
Bodies lay around her and the scene slightly resembled the same one she witnessed when her father was murdered. Even then, that scene seemed like a walk in the park compared to what she was witnessing in front of her. She couldn't recollect anything that happened leading up to those moments and the noise in the room only continued to grow louder, causing her headache to worsen. Her pants were soaking wet with an unidentifiable liquid and she could taste blood in her mouth. She realized there was no getting up but crawling still felt like to much on her body. Her eyes felt heavy and she could make out the bodies but she couldn't give them a face or know exactly who was who.
She tried calling out to her brothers but her throat felt dry and scratchy, as if she ate a plate of pins and needles.
"What the fuck?" Was all she could form.
20 years of being fearless. 20 years of living without standard. 20 years of calling the shots and choosing when to take them. 20 years of winning every battle. 20 years of being on top and In just 1 night, it was all taken away by the pull of a trigger.
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