Disclaimer: See last chapter.
Rachel
I gasp as I fall to the ground, not really feeling much pain. I keep my eyes open, waiting for the moment everything fades away, waiting for everything to fade to black. I can hear someone shouting my name, and someone crying but I can't tell who it is.. everything is one huge blur, and I close my eyes momentarily, opening them again to see Kurt and Quinn crying.
"It's going to be okay, we're going to get you out of here, I promise." Quinn whispered as she held my hand tight, I try to shake my head but the movement appears too difficult for my quickly dying body. I squeeze their hands and close my eyes, suddenly terrified when I don't feel anything. It would make it so much easier if I just accepted death, it would be easier if there was something to feel, even a little pain.. a shimmer of hope that I could make it. But there was nothing, just a large black hole waiting to suck me in and never let me back out.
"Help her!" I hear Quinn scream beside me, I can hear some low muttering and some more bodies run next to me. Kurt and Quinn are gone then and I find myself missing the feel of the blonde's warm hand in mine, and I wonder if I'm dead. But then I heard them again, and I know I'm still alive.
"Open your eyes." I do as he says, scared of what he will do to my friends if I didn't listen to him, I look at him as his hands press on my now exposed stomach, holding down the wound to try and stop the bleeding. I look down a little and see the blood gushing through a thick towel and I shake my head, trying to pull his hand away.
"What the fuck do we do?" I listen to the hushed whispers,
"She wasn't supposed to die so quickly.. we were supposed to have all three ready for him."
"I know, we will just have to make sure she lives. I'm not going to get the blame for this."
"It was your stupid, fucking wife that shot her."
"Yeah, and she will pay the price for that."
"Good.. I'm not getting into a load of shit because you can't control your woman. Do you have any idea how much fucking money we will be losing because of this? He'll kill us." I hear one of them walking off, probably to make that woman – the one who shot me, apparently – pay the price. Was he about to kill his own wife? Was he that cold?
I winced a little when something cold touches the wound but the pain went away as quickly as it had come. I look over at Kurt and Quinn, both of them huddled together in the corner of the room. I can just make out the black eye and cut lip on Quinn's face; she put up a fight, and Kurt's cut on his forehead.
I shake my head again and pull his hands off, maybe if I was dead then everything would be better for everyone – except these guys of course but I don't care about them. All they have ever done is beat me, cause me pain, take me from those I love, raped me.. why should I do them a favour?
If I died then it would get them into trouble, if I died then they would get punished. I take one more look at my friends and then push away the man trying to keep me alive, he looks at me – seemingly shocked by my decision to chose death rather than this life they have stuck me in. I put my own hands on the bleeding wound to keep his away, feeling the blood drip through my fingers and I look up at the ceiling – waiting, just waiting.
"Carl! Robert!" He screams, and I ignore him. Nobody can save me if I don't want them to. "She wants to die, she won't let me fucking touch her.. what the fuck do I do?" The desperation in his voice almost makes me laugh, I could do something that will hurt them so badly. I could do this, even if it meant hurting those who love me, even if it meant leaving them behind.
"She's weak, she's dying, just grab her arms and hold them there.. stop the fucking bleeding." I shake my head and tears fall when I feel pressure on the wound again, they couldn't stop it, they couldn't save me.. it was too late now. It had to be too late. And then there it was; the darkness. I could hear Kurt and Quinn screaming and crying when I suddenly felt a distant banging on my chest, breathing in my mouth but I was gone, I don't care. I can't see anything anymore.. I can't feel anything else, I can't even hear them now.
I'm okay. I'm safe. I'm secure.. they're not.