Post by Seawhisker on Feb 7, 2013 1:36:34 GMT
Two gunshots, and I fell to the ground.
I never saw my killer.
I can hear footsteps of another person, but I don't worry about it. What happened? Why did this happen?
Overwhelming pain and shock is all I feel. I can't move. I slump over, wanting to cry, wanting to make a sound, but I simply cannot. Things are hazy, but I think it's best that way.
I recognize him. He's there, he's holding me, and I hear him croak a few simple words,
"Everything's going to be okay."
I am looking down. I know he's crying, but it pains me to see the man I shared the last three years of my life with so depleted... Although it's hard to ignore the blood dripping into my line of sight, a crimson mark of what was done tonight.
"Everything's going to be okay."
"Stop lying," I want to yell back as he repeats his words over and over, still embracing my destroyed body.
Instead only a soft, "Please stay with me." comes out, and I realize there are tears mixing with the drops of blood.
Drip, drip, drip...
A life-line of sorts.
"Don't leave me."
Has he heard me?
This must be a dream.
I'm only twenty-one, please, this can't be it.
I have so much to live for, there are so many things I wanted to do.
My minutes turn to seconds, seconds of precious life I'd soon have to let go of.
I bring up the courage to look my dear friend in the face, although tears and splotches of white still distort my eyes.
And in those last moments, I murmured my last words, something along the lines of "I love you and take care".
The last sounds that enter my ears is the sobs of him, and the last movements I feel is his clammy hands and the result of his shaken sobs.
Please, I'm only twenty-one.
I try my best to shift into a comfortable position in his arms, but it's so hard when the lights grow dim and his sobs are fading.
"Please, I love you, promise me you won't go!"
The last expression on my face is a regretful frown;
I'm sorry.
This is one promise I cannot keep.