Harper
Blood.
So.
Much.
Blood.
I could feel it’s warm stickiness on my face, in my hair.
And I couldn’t move.
All I could do just stand there looking out into the inky darkness. At the lights twinkling, out there when a gunman hid.
“Shit.” I heard Bats voice but it didn’t compute as he rushed passed me.
“He can’t f*****g breathe, fuck.”
There was so much blood. Slowly I came back
To myself, blinking away the haze.
Who ever had been shot , I had that persons blood on me.
Was it Jett’s blood? Oh my god was it Jetts blood?
Jett was crouched , the knees of his jeans soaking up the spreading pool of blood.
“Jett.” I saw his shoulders tense but he didn’t turn to me and I could see why.
It wasn’t Jett who had been shot.
The blood, the coppery stench of it was everywhere wasn’
