16. Horror
Frantic voices. Hurrying people running about, issuing orders. Flashing lights taking over and dying my surroundings garish, surreal shades, only adding to my dazed and panicked state.
No…!
Blood. There's blood, all over my hands. All over him. I can't breathe. I can't take my eyes away from his pale face, from the oozing bloodred liquid seeping through my fingers as I desperately call out to him, pleading with him, please, please don't die.
Freak accident. We were just walking down the street, talking. Everything was fine. We were okay.
The loudest explosion I'd ever heard sounded, and suddenly Len, my sweet, darling brother, was lying on the ground. Teenagers playing with a gun in the yard. They accidentally pulled the trigger.
Please don't die.
The gorey bullet wound in Len's chest just won't stop bleeding, staining my hands with his draining life. Tears endlessly fall down my cheeks, drenching his shirt and mixing with the gruesome sight. I can't stop crying. I can't stop staring. I can't believe what I'm seeing.
My worst nightmare come true before me. My most intense fear finally come to fruition.
I'm losing him forever.
A scream of pure horror tears from my throat.