Stories
Story 47: Why Me?
I lie on the ground as the cops surround me. Blood was oozing out of my gunshot wounds in my shoulder and in my chest. I was shot. Twice. I was dying very slowly. And I ask myself. Why me? It could've been someone else. Someone that was meaningless like Joey Wheeler and his friends. It was all unknown at who shot me. I stare up at nothing as the ambulance people put me in the ambulance truck. Someone grabs my hand and squeezes it. I look to see. My brother. I see my brother holding my hand, crying. I turn away from Mokuba and stare up at the ceiling of the truck. I feel too much pain in my shoulder and in my chest. Unbearable pain. I could take it though, but not for long. I close my eyes for the slightest second and then open them. I'm in a hospital room. Doctors were patching up my wounds. A doctor pours some liquid on a paper towel and rubs it on my wounds. I feel nothing. I feel no pain anymore, but why? So again I ask myself. Why me?
THE END