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"I don't want to die here." She says to me.
"We won't die here." He says to her.
"What if we do?" You say.
"Then we die here." I say.
You sit in the nasty, worn down chair, twirling a pocket knife in your fingers. I sit across the room, legs crossed on the bed. I sit still.
They're sitting on the counter, her head on his shoulder. Why aren't we like that? I think. There are gunshots. I cover my ears. You look at me like I'm stupid. You laugh. You get up, and sit next to me. I hold my breath in. I see red dots. I am laying down. I am close to death. I breathe. I breathe. I breathe. You are still sitting next to me, but now my hand is in yours. They're sitting next to me, too.
"What happened."
"You passed out."
"Why didn't you let me die."
"What?"
"Let me die."
You pull me up, and tell me no. There are more gunshots. The bullets come through the wall. "Get down!" He yells. We fall back onto the disgusting pillows, our hands covering our ears. She smashes herself to the floor, his hand reaches out to her. A bullet hits a lamp, and the bulb shatters and hits my skin. I scream... "It burns! Help me!" I scratch at the glass on my arm. You pull me into the bathroom, and run cold water over my arm. "It burns!" I whisper loudly, tears streaming down my face. You slam the door shut and lock it. I am scared. I back into the wall. You put your hands on the wall next to me.
"I won't hurt you." You laugh. I breathe quickly, and put my foot on the wall behind me. You brush my hair back behind my ears. "What...what do you want...stoppit! Stoppit!" I am nervous. scared. You laugh quietly. "I don't want to be like them." You say. I blink, scared even more. "How'd...no..." You look into my eyes, stern and overly confident. "Just shut up and listen."
I swallow, and try to get away. You grab my shoulders as I kick the door, smash my fists against it, tear at the lock. "Go away! Just go away!" I yell. They run to the door. "Are you alright? What happened? Open the door!" He kicks the door. It won't come down. You grab me by my shoulders again, and kiss me. I am no longer scared. I am finally happy. You push me up onto the sink, prop me up like a doll. Your hand is on my knee, and I can feel your breath on my wrists. He finally kicks down the door, and I couldn't care less.
Then there are more gunshots. He grasps his chest. "NO!" She screams. We run to his sides, trying to keep him alive, she has the phone in her hand. You hold me as I lean over his body.
"His heart is slow." I say. She starts screaming into the phone, but then there is another bullet. It pierces her heart, and she falls next to him. They whisper their last words to eachother, hand in hand. I am screaming into the phone. "They're dead." You say. I scream again. "It's not fair! NO!" You hold me, keep me upright. You wrap your arms around me and cup my face in your hand. You kiss me again. Tongues wandering around like lost children, and lips parting and touching like waves. It could've been a few days, or a few hours, but suddenly there is another sound. One last bullet. It pierces through your heart, and then through mine. We fall to the floor, our lips still touching. "I love you." you say.
"I love you."