“Papa! Papa!” I screamed as my papa collapsed in my arms. Blood was gushing out from the place the bullet grazed, which was on his back, just above his pelvic bone.
Everyone was running and there was a stampede all of a sudden. I couldn't see the perpetrator, and neither could I see Aunt Jema, Sara, and Edward.
I took out my phone and dialed 911.
“What's your emergency, ma'am?” A masculine voice thundered against the speaker.
“My papa…. there's been a shooting… hurry, my papa…” I knew I was somewhat incoherent and I needed to calm down to make a comprehensible request, but I couldn't even hold the phone properly because my hands were trembling.
“Calm down, ma'am,” The man said, and I tried to take a deep breath. “Can we take this again?”
“My papa's been injured. He's in a critical co
