Everything seems to be happening in slow motion.
One second I'm turning, ready to face the one who wants me dead, the next thing, there's a red-hot pain in my side. I freeze, my body going into shock
They say your life flashes before your eyes as you're about to die; it's true. My life races before my eyes like a montage, but instead of music, I hear shouts and screams. Am I screaming? I'm not too sure. I know I'm falling, though.
My legs give out, and I clutch my side. My fingers meet a sticky, warm substance oozing out of my wound.
My body quivers from the pain, and the next thing I know, I'm staring up at the ceiling. I hear someone call my name, but it sounds faint. It sounds familiar, but maybe I'm imagining it. My mother's not here, yet I find myself calling her name. I need my mother. She was right. She warned me nothing good would happen from this.
There's a loud bang, followed by an unbearable silence.
My side burns with the pain, and the world around me blurs. Tears flow, and I can't stop them. The pain has become intolerable. I taste blood in my mouth, and I can feel my body going into panic mode.
Someone's beside me, and they grab my hand. I try to wretch it free, but I'm weak and their grip is tight.
"Emily," he says. "Stay with me, please? Please, please, please."
I focus hard on him, feeling dizzy. Jason.
My breathing comes out ragged, my chest heaving from the effort. Every movement sends a new wave of pain through my body. My lip is swollen from the punch, and from the pain in my arm, I know it's undoubtedly broken.
The world seems to be fading because of the blinding pain in my side.
Jason pulls out his phone, and I can see his hands are shaking and covered in blood. Not my blood; part of me knows it's not his either.
"Help, please, my friend's been stabbed-"
The world grows dark.
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The Perfect Crime
Teen FictionThe perfect crime: stealing my heart. The real crime: your 'friends' want me dead. Now, tell me; what the hell am I supposed to do?