A/N: I know this is really small, but I'm going to try and update it fast. That is, if people are actually interested. I just randomly got the idea to do something like this. Not sure if anyone else has done it, but... yah. Enjoy.
Pacific blue eyes struggled to stay open, searching for something, anything. Tired legs pushed forward, dragging in the snow. These features belonged to a young adult; her short, choppy blonde hair blowing wildly in the wind. Crimson red dripped from the same arm that held a small hand gun. It colored the plain white snow, almost making it look like cherry flavored slush.
She stopped in front of an old, navy blue building. Most of the paint was chipping off, either from age or from the weather. Sighing, she forced her legs up the steps, slowly. She started to feel light headed, her itchy throat letting out violent coughs. Now, breathing heavy, she pounded on the door with all her might, hoping for someone to come. In truth, she didn't know why she picked this house. Her legs had carried her here, by fate, possibly.
"Help," she croaked, "Please..."
The door opened to reveal a slightly annoyed young man, clad in boxer shorts and a baby blue rope. Their eyes met for a split second, before she collapsed, landing on his snowy doorstep. He gasped, bending down and flipping her over. Her face was extremely pale, save for the bit of redness on her nose from the cold. It was then he noticed her right arm was covered with blood; blood that was her own.
Now in panic mode, he rushed inside the house, heading for the telephone. He quickly dialed 911, his heart beating a million miles an hour.
"Hello, 911, what is your emergency?"
"H-Hi, there's a girl that just c-collapsed on my doorstep. S-Shes bleeding really badly, I need an ambulance right away! I'm o-on uh, Charter Street, 1635. I-it's a blue boarding house, you c-can't miss it." He answered with a shaky voice. It was one of his nervous habits to stutter, which was also the case for most people.
"Alright, thank you sir. An ambulance has been sent. Hang tight, okay?"
He grunted, hanging up the phone and biting down on his lower lip. Rushing over to the front door, he knelt down to the girls body again. Propping her up against the building, he pulled off her thin jacket, tying it around her arm. It was then that a glint of something shiny spotted his eye. He turned to look, only to see a small gun.
Eyes widening, he quickly snagged the gun, standing up again. Obviously, he couldn't just leave it there, otherwise the police would suspect him. Taking a few steps into the house, he stuffed the deathly device into a small wooden cabinet. Sirens could be heard in the distance as he went down the steps of his home, awaiting the ambulance. This is going to be a long night. He thought to himself, sighing.
A/N: Told you it was short, didn't I? I know it's pretty confusing, but things will unravel in due time. And to be honest, I don't even know exactly where I'm going with this. Alright, well, till next time, I guess.