A short story
Last night I dreamt that I got shot. It sounds so straight forward and to the point but that is not the case. Flashes here and there plays itself off in my head like a horror movie. Guns, flashing lights, the horrible noises and panic ceasing my entire being. How did this happen to me? Well let me start at the beginning...0
It felt like an outer body experience as I was watching myself dealing in precious stones. I was standing in front of a man who held up the most beautiful stones, rubies from what I could make out. He was an oldish man dressed in a brown jersey and khaki long pants. He had grey hair and wore a thick pair of glasses. He looked like the type of man that could be my grandfather, except the fact that he was a criminal and dealt in precious stones. I didn't recognise myself from the type of clothes I wore to the attitude I had. Who have I become and when did this happen? I wore a tight pants with a corset looking top with a leather jacket, I had dark makeup on my eyes and siren red lips. On either side of me stood two burley men who I assumed were my body guards.
I gave the old man infront of me a devious smile as I held the stone up to the light. 'Perfect'. As I closed my hand around the stone I saw what looked like shattered glass flying toward my face and the old man infront of me slowly tilting to the side. It was as if I was in a slow motion movie as I saw what looked like a line fly past my face through the old man's head causing his head to explode on the side like a balloon filled with red paint and his glasses flying into the air. He didn't even have time to express emotions, he was just... gone, his blood coating the walls like an abstract painting. I stood frozen, mezmerised for a moment as if what had just happened wasn't real. I felt the glass on the side of my face, burning as it scratched its way into my skin and it shocked me back to reality, but my reflexes were too slow as I threw my arms up to protect my already bleeding face.
I swiftly dropped down to the floor for a moment to listen while my bodyguards looked like they were leopard crawling toward me. One of them had their finger on their mouth showing me to keep quiet as he reached for his gun at his side. Another shot rang out in the distance and we all lay silently trying to hear which direction it was coming from. 'Urgh' was the only sound I heard as my bodyguard was shot dead in front of me, gun in hand, on his way to me. Another clean head shot, in one side, out the other. More blood decorating the floor and this time, my outer body experience was over, I was on the floor, laying infront of my body guard, my heart beating in my ears. Did he have a family? Someone who will miss him? He died for me without any chances to protect himself from who ever was on the other side of the gun.
Frozen in fear, eyes feeling like they will buldge out of my head at any moment, I felt like I could cry, lost, unsure of what will happen next. My second bodyguard reached me at that moment, tugging at my arm, showing me to move. Frantically shaking my head at him I tried to get my limbs moving but they felt heavy, unwilling to move. Whimpers escaping my lips as my body inched forward, one pain staking movement at a time. I felt unsure of where we would escape to but I knew we needed to get out of the building as quickly as possible. Crawling, almost sailing on our stomaches to the back door of the building my heart broke as I crawled past what's left of the old man. My breath coming faster, tears stinging my eyes. 'I'm sorry' I whispered as I passed him, eyes fixed on him, wondering if were could have been friends in another life.
'Do you hear that?' My bodyguard whispered as we neared the back door. I shook my head no in silence as I strained my ears to listen. 'Silence' he whispers back, 'I think they're gone. The door is locked' he whispered as he motioned for us to move back to the front door. I follow him slowly and cautiously in a false hope of safety. 'It's clear' he said as he stood up and turned toward me when the same ringing sound I heard earlier filled my ears and liquid blasted onto my face. Reeling backward trying to shield my eyes from the blood I saw my bodyguard fall backward like a pole, a hole between his eyes and a hole at the back of his head. Like a rabbit in headlights I ran to the open door to see who fired the shot.
At the end of the sidewalk stood an old truck with what looked like a sniper on the back of it. With a frown on my face all I could do was stare, uncertain of who would want me dead. Another shot rang out at that moment and my thoughts were cut short as a burning sensation filled my side followed by the smell of iron. Looking down I saw blood gushing from my side, realizing that I had just been shot. Feeling light headed while falling to the ground I found myself laying on my stomach, somehow with my phone in hand and the only thing I could think was to try and get in touch with my father for help. Furiously trying to type for help the hairs on my neck started to raise as I felt someone standing over me. Panick seized me as I looked over my shoulder and saw a man standing there, about in his mid forties, black hair with a long black coat on. 'Think you can screw me over like that and get away with it huh'he spat at me as I tried frantically to hide my phone from him and send the text at the same time. He gave an angry scream and kicked me over onto my back forcing the heel of his boot into my side where I was sure the bullet was stuck. I let out a howling scream of pain and barely saw the corners of his mouth curl into a malicious smile as my vision blurred. I was sure that at that moment he could smell my fear as I lay squirming on the ground.
I've always heard people say that in your last moments your entire life flashes before your eyes but for me there was nothing. My eyes were filled with tears, my heart was beating a mile a second and my body hurt,shaking from all the blood loss and fear. The only thing I could do at that helpless moment in my life was look up and hope that my end would come swiftly. I took one last deep breath, looked up and stared my murderer straight in the eyes as he pointed the gun at my head and pulled the trigger.
