I run steadily up the hill, my bare feet aching. Once through the door of Mandy’s house, I fumble with the light switch. My socks and shoes are piled haphazardly by the couch. I grip them in my sweating hands and set off down the hill again. About halfway down, a loud bang echoes through the twilight. A muffled scream pierces the still air. My mind races as I try to think of what could have happened. As I reach the area where my friends had been laughing and joking playfully, I gasp as a small pool of blood surrounds an unconscious body.
“H-he,” Breanna begins shakily. “It came out of nowhere. I d-don’t know what happened.”
I gape in terror at the still body of the boy I am holding a secret love for. I am rendered speechless. Toby’s flawless face is unnaturally pale.
“Get his cell phone; call 9-1-1!” I don’t even try to figure out who was speaking.
A small bullet hole is visible in his side. The bullet probably penetrated his ribs and ruptured a lung.
“Quickly,” I say. My voice is calm. It feels as though someone near to me is speaking, rather than myself. I explain to them what I think may have happened.
Leah looks at me. Her heavily makeuped blue eyes are filled with fear. I look away.
Mandy pulls Toby’s cell phone out of his jeans pocket. She dials 9-1-1 with trembling hands.
The ambulance arrives in a flash. This is all a blur to me. What if Toby dies? No, I cannot think that. He will be okay, I assure myself. But deep down, I’m not so sure.
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Hannah Horror's poems.
Pretty much mostly poetry that I write when I'm bored.
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wow, i LOVE it!
write more!