It began to get dark, so I thought that it had been enough recovery time for Gaz. I went to find her. Her gun in one hand and my knife in the other, I wasn't about to fight her with her being unarmed. I had hoped she picked up a weapon from the ground.
I spotted her with a gun clasped with both hands, she looked around nervously.
I put my dagger in the pocket of my jeans, placing it carefully between the denim fabric of my backside. I breathed heavily. Fifty times I take another breath with an ambience of nothing left, I stand in the open, ivy behind me. It's too dark for her to see me I know. I pull her sniper to my face, as I point it in her direction. But instead of aiming for her, I shoot just a few feet away from her, letting her know I'm close.
She points her rifle to the ivy. A shot is fired.
There is a sharp pain below my rib cage. I clutch the right side of my stomach in fear. Rapidly, I search for something that is of use to my wound, something in the way of a tourniquet, something to stop the pain, the blood from pouring out of me and leaving me wounded and lifeless by morning.
Catch me as I fall, say you're here and it's all over now. Speaking to the atmosphere, no one's here and I fall into myself. This truth drives me into madness. I know I can stop the pain if I will it all away.
Haha! Fooled you, didn't I? You thought she'd walk away without a scratch, didn't you? Well ya know what? You were wrong! Muahahaha I win! Rose might even die…..you never know!