A Rock the Size of My Soul

By: Sefrion

Bullets whizzed by my face as I ran from the man behind me. In my arms it seemed like I was holding a pouch of sorts, it was black and made from some kind of soft material. I wasn't sure how it became to be in my possession, but the man wanted it. I knew that I needed to protect the bag with my life. As I turned the corner, my pink hair flowing behind me, another gunshot was heard and my leg erupted in pain. I looked down to see blood pooling around the my foot on the ground bellow and I silently cursed as it dripped and soaked the leg of my pants, making it not only heavier, but making them stick to my legs uncomfortably.

Being in the slums of San Francisco was a terrible idea. No one was around to help, or they just didn't care enough to want to help. I limped as fast as I could to get away from the perpetrator, blood leaving a track that made it very easy for him to follow me. Just ahead I could see my little blue Honda, my getaway car. I just needed to make it another few feet before I would be home free. His footsteps got louder as my pain heightened. A few more steps and I would be where I needed to be. As I reach out to my door handle, a hand captured my own. I looked up at him in shock and horror, cursing myself for not being a little faster. Then my eyes widened in horror as the cold barrel of the gun pressed into my forehead.

"Goodbye, Sakura."