Only Barraza holding me up keeps me from crumbling to the floor.
“You are okay. Don’t pass out. Hey! I said don’t pass out!” Barraza keeps raising his voice, but it is so damn hard to keep my eyes open.
The sound of the bullet flying out from the gun still ringing in my ears.
The image of Greg jolting back when the bullet hit him still vivid in my mind.
The weight of the gun I dropped from my hand still present.
I have become a criminal.
I have become a murderer.
“f**k. Gia for f**k’s sake don’t pass out.”
But as usual I don’t obey.
My mouth is so dry. My head pounds like crazy and my eyelids are too heavy to open.
The feeling is somehow familiar. I have been here before. I have felt like this before.
But something is different. The sounds, the constant beeping
