"Gunshot"
Red thick blood gushing from her thick scalp as she sobs from the earing pain. She begins to call her boyfriend to quickly rush her to hospital, as he picks up and hears a loud gunshot straight to her head and blood flowing from her dead body onto the white carpet. “Is everything ok” he cried and rushed straight over
to her house as she wasn’t awnsering.
He ran straight in and saw her body on the carpet, a bullet in her scalp and blood gushing from her head onto the white carpet. Stains of blood everywhere, he lifted her up into his arms tears leaking from his eyes down his cheek looking at her one more time and kissing her dried lips one more time before letting her go “i love you, i never got to tell you that before you left me” as one more tear drops from his eyes falling onto her dry pale skin “i will never forget you” he said finding it hard to let her go and wishing he was there when the gunshot happened, blaming himself for not coming fast as she called him.
As he left the house and the Paramedics rushing past him bringing her out in a body bag and throwing her into the ambulance as he was was watching her be taken away his last tear falling from his sad eyes, never wanting to let her go. His heart was shattered in pieces from his love dying, seeing her body made him feel weak and emotional. “i will never forget you” he cried looking at the ground as he walked away in pain, he felt alone for the first time in his life. As he went home and walked threw the door he gabbed and vase and smashed it on the wall from the intense pain and emotion and sat against the wall covering his face as he teared up, he felt broken none the less and lost like he was in a dark hole he couldn’t escape, he felt like he was in prison that you never get out of because your lost in thoughts and lost your mind, he felt like he had shackle’s around his waist digging deeper and deeper ripping his skin every time he tried to escape. He couldn’t eat or sleep for days, knowing the one he loved will never come back to his arms, And knowing he will never see her beautiful face again. He could hear her laugh, her cry, her voice, nothing was left behind in that case in his memories. He loved her more then he loved himself, he could never imagine her not being there everything had to do with her. He would give up things just to be with her and hold her hand, “why? why’d you have to leave me?, i will find out who did this!” he said looking at a photo of her. Days passed as he was still sad, he couldn’t sad his tears from falling. He loved her dearly, as he layed his head on his pillow, he heard a knock on his doorstep, “Mark, its time″ said the man at the door shouting for him to open up “we got to go” ″I’m not going″ Mark replied as another tear drops down his cheek “your going, or I’ll pull you out of bed, how do you think she’s going to feel if you don’t go to her funeral?, she’ll” the man said “DONT BRING HER INTO THIS!” Mark said furiously before the man could finish speaking. “I loved her...” Mark paused “s-she was all i had, i have nothing left.” he said “i know, i know what its like to lose someone you love.” the man replied as he looked deep in thought “now lets get you too that funeral” he said with a smile on his face. “this will show her how much you love her and care, it shows you appreciate them.” the man said pulling Mark up from the bed. “get changed, meet me at the car once your done” the man said then walks out to the car, “you can do this” Mark said to his self, calming him down taking deep breaths, then goes to the car, he walks out and gets into the car, he felt like he couldn’t breathe. As he was going to see his dead girlfriends body for the first time in a few months, he sat down and covered his face, in a shock, still not knowing who her murderer was. Who would be so cruel?, who would hurt a young girl. As she should be nineteen in just two weeks, “Mark, your up” the limo driver said walking up too him, then walking away. Mark goes up and stands next to her, and holds her pale, cold hand, never wanting to let it go. “I loved her, as she was my love, my life, my heart, and my soulmate. She was many things, but she wasn’t suicidal. People are walking the streets speaking of who she was suicidal. She was not, she was happy, beautiful, smart, nice, and loyal. If you think she killed herself, then go, get a damn life!.” Mark said ending his speech with a angry tone, “ok that’s enough, Mark can I speak with you, for a minute.. Alone”
