Drama

I could feel it, the coldness seeping in to replace my lost blood. There was a loud ringing in my ear from the resounding bang.

This is it, eh? Well, it wasn't a nice life but it was worth living. The blinding light of the ceiling did nothing to help my tearing. Mom's gonna be so mad. And Becky and Jake and Blake and Laura and Laurence.

I hope they find out about my death soon or Poppy's gonna be a street dog. Dragging my thoughts back to the situation, I realised there was no movement around and struggled to look towards my final adversary only to find that he was dead.

Wait what? That guy is dead, most likely from gunshot, so what's happening to me? I inspected myself to realise that other than the pain from my head hitting the ground, all other pains were a figment of my own imagination and the coldness seeping in was because of a puddle of water I had fallen in.

'Becky's gonna have a good laugh if she hears of this.' I thought as i stood and dusted myself as if it would help against the dampness.

To make sure there truly was no witness to my one-man drama, I unloaded another 2 bullets into my adversay's brain.

'Now to get home.' Thinking of the totalled cars outside, I groaned in misery.