I remember no pain, just the splatter of crimson as my own bullet penetrated the end of my sternum. For some reason, I shot myself. For some reason, my soul wouldn't want me to heal, so all I could do was lying down, waiting for death to wrap me up once the blood in my veins was all gone...
Yet I heard another voice, higher-pitched, sweeter than anything I could think about.
"Homura-chan!"
It was dyed with horror, and most of all, concern. For some reason, Madoka had once again gotten to like me enough for her to call me 'friend' and only that filled my frozen heart with warmth and pushed me to live, to finish what I had started.
But right now, as I ignored the taste of blood, I felt her delicate figure over me, tiny hands fighting to stop the bleeding, teardrops falling on me as well.
"W-why did you do that, Homura-chan...?"
I tried to reply, and mannaged to let only three words out. "It... wasn't... me..."
Any other person's eyes would fill with disbelief, but hers... my, how to describe the emotions those perfect diamonds were showing.
She somehow believed me.
"Y-you'll be okay, Homura-chan... Mami-san has called for a-an ambulance... p-please..."
Her voice broke just then.
"S-s-stay with m-me..." She croaked out.
I covered her shaky hands with my pale, free one. Blood was invading skin and clothes, yet none of us cared.
"I will... Madoka..."
But as soon as I breathed back in, a black fog flooded my senses, and no more memories of then will ever come.