The Day Dallas Died
Violet's P.O.V.
The night air was cool and sent goose bumps up my arms. I had forgotten to take a jacket to the rumble so now I was basically freezing cold since it had started raining. Man, we had beating the Soc's pretty good. I still remember seeing those ass whole's run away-haha losers.
I was just about at the lot when I heard the sirens. I looked up to see Dally standing under a street lamp and he looked almost scared. No scared wasn't the right word-more like terrified, but happy. I grinned when I saw him, but stopped when I saw him raise the gun.
Then the shots were fired and I saw Dallas go down in a gallant fall.
"Dally…." I whispered. My body was numb and freezing, but now from the rain, but from shock. Then, before I knew it, I was running towards the body and screaming my head off. "Dallas! Dally get up! DALLAS WINSTON GET UP, PLEASE! DALLAS!"
I knelt down over the body, tears streaming down my face. I couldn't breathe it was like something was chocking me. My whole body was ice cold, but my tears were hot with misery and pain. "Dally…." I breathed again and felt his pulse. Nothing. He was gone. He was…..dead.
I turned away and then saw the gun. The gun he had bought just a few months ago. The gun he carried around for jokes and scaring people with. The gun I had watched him pay for with my own two eyes. The gun that was always unloaded.
My scream pierced through the night air like a butcher knife and then I felt hands pulling me away from him.
"It's okay ma'am." One guy said calmly. "You're going to be okay. Just calm down."
Tears streamed down my face as I looked up to see the guy taking me away from my Dallas. The guy was a cop, obviously, and I would have considered handsome if I hadn't just witnessed my best friend dying.
The cop had long black hair, high cheekbones, nice thin yet full lips and rich brown eyes. For a moment, when I met his gaze, his eyes almost seemed full of concern and sorrow.
"Why?" I breathed quietly. "Why did you take him away from me? Why?"
The cop sat me down against a tree and gently stroked the top of my head. "It's okay ma'am." He said again. "We had to shoot him down he had a gun."
"A GUN THAT WASN'T LOADED!" I screamed at him.
He slightly moved back away from me and looked at the ground. "We didn't know." He mumbled. "He had just robbed a store and-"
"I hate you!" I spat at him. "I hate you all of those damn cops over there!" I said pointing towards the police that were now huddling over Dally's body. "I hate you….." I mumbled, tears still running down my face.
The cop said nothing to me again and just walked away leaving me alone. I sat under the tree in the dark and cried. I felt stupid for crying so much, but I had nothing else to do. My best friend just died for no reason at all and I hadn't been able to stop it. I hated everything and everyone right now. The cops for killing Dally, Dally for robbing the stupid store and caring an unloaded gun, and myself for not being able to protect him. I hated life.
After a while an ambulance came and took the body away and the cops started going home. The handsome cop looked back at me before he got in his car and asked me if I wanted a ride. I just shook my head and laid down in the grass.
I was alone. My body was numb and I probably looked like a mess, but I didn't care about that. The only thing I could care about and felt was the hole in my chest. It hurt so much-the pain almost unbearable. Life didn't matter anymore. He was gone. They took him away. He was gone. The pain got more intense the more I thought about Dallas. I loved him, he was my best friend, and now he was gone forever.
I don't know how long I laid there, but after what seemed like a lifetime darkness overcame me and I fell asleep alone and cold.