Okay, so I'm trying something a little different with this story. I'm telling it backwards, chapter by chapter. I like the way it flows, but if that's not your cup of tea, then that's alright. There will be 6 (fairly short) chapters, so you could always read them backwards when they're all out, I suppose. The inspiration for this story came from the Taylor Swift song of the same name.
Alright let's get to it! I don't own Hetalia or Taylor Swift's song.
"Have you heard what happened to the Braginskys? I feel so sorry for those two little boys…"
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By now there were police cars pulling up outside the house. Apparently, the neighbors finally heard the screaming. Amelia could hear the front door being kicked down. She calmly sat down on the bed and raised the gun to her own head. She had wanted to die for the past 10 years, and now that she got her revenge, she was ready.
It was weird, though. She thought she'd feel happy afterwards, but as she looked down at the bodies at her feet, she wasn't happy. Just… empty. She squeezed the gun tighter but couldn't pull the trigger. Like Ivan, she wasn't afraid to die, but she couldn't bring herself to be the one to do it.
She heard footsteps pounding up the stairs, and she stood and pointed the gun at the door right before the police broke it down and poured in.
"Drop the weapon!" One of the officers yelled. Amelia half laughed, half sobbed, but didn't listen. Instead, she took slow steps forward.
"Stay where you are and drop your gun!" the officer ordered again. When Amelia didn't do as she was told, shots rang out, and she collapsed.
She saw one of the men retrieve her gun while another said into his radio, "Shooter is down. We have two dead up here."
"Three," Amelia croaked out, pointing toward the crib. "Two boys in another room… safe." She didn't understand why, but for some reason she felt it was imperative that they know she hadn't killed the whole family. She'd only taken the lives she'd been robbed of. She wasn't like Ivan. She didn't kill for no reason.
One of the officers was sent to check on the two boys. Amelia could feel her life slipping away. The officer who shot her bent down and applied pressure on the worst wound, which happened to be in the center of her stomach. How ironic.
"Don't bother," Amelia said. "I'll be dead before you get me out of the house." The officer looked up at her face for a brief moment but didn't say anything. He was obviously disgusted by her actions and most likely hoped she was right.
It didn't take long at all for the medics to show up with stretchers. She could see their horrified faces as they took in the scene around them, especially the crib. Nevertheless, they did their job and moved her onto the stretcher. On the way down the stairs, they cut her shirt off to get a better look at her wounds. Despite her fading vision, she caught sight of the scar her C-section had left and felt regret for everything her life could've been. It wasn't fair. None of it was. Not what had happened to her and Toris, nor what had happened to Ivan and his family. But life wasn't fair. Terrible things happened to good people for no reason. And it would continue to be that way long after she was gone. That was life, and she couldn't help but be glad her role in it was soon to be over.
Sure enough, Amelia was dead once they got to the bottom of the stairs.
I know that was a short chapter (the next one will be too, if I end up posting it), but I tried and failed to lengthen it. I've had this in the works for a few months now, and just got this chapter polished up enough to post. If you liked it/want to see another chapter, please drop a review! Thanks for reading :)
