- B L A I R E -
11.21.16 // 8:44 p.m.
T IS SCREAMING at me, but his voice sounds far away. My eyes are focused on Sutter who lays on the ground, hands clasped around the bullet wound on his leg. He is screaming, also, but I don't seem to hear anything.
Blood is pooling in his pale hands and dripping through his fingers, landing on the cemented, cold floor. Everyone is screaming too loudly, my head is pounding, my vision is blurry. I cover my ears with my hands and lean my forehead against my knees. T yanks me by my hair and forces me to look at him through hazy eyes.
"You lied to me! You still love him," T shouts, aiming his gun at Sutter, who is now struggling for breath. "I saw the way you looked at him." T places the gun back on my forehead. He grabs my arm, his fingers digging pain
