Deadly Games
~Chapter Nineteen~
I remember looking up at David, his eyes wide with horror.
I remember not understanding why he was scared.
“Della,” David gasped, his mouth open.
I tried to speak out, ask him what was wrong, but I couldn’t.
My voice was gone.
David’s arms started to shake with me in them as he stared at me with the same wide eyes.
David wasn’t staring into my eyes as he usually would do. I followed his eyes down to my side.
Staining my shirt was a giant red blot.
There was a ringing in my ear.
I felt myself collapse.
“Della!” David yelped as I hit the concrete hard. I didn’t feel a thing.
An intense pain in my side began to travel through my entire being, tingling my toes and fingertips.
I looked up at David’s familiar green eyes.
“Please, Del. Stick with me,” he pleaded, his eyes clouding over, his hand shaking mine.
I heard a commotion behind me, I assumed my neighbors had come out at the sound of the shot.
“I’ll call 9-1-1!” I heard a man call out to us.
“You hear that, Del? You’re going to get help. You’re going to be okay,” his mouth smiled but his eyes remained stricken. “You’ve got to be okay.” I heard not only David’s voice, but also Trey’s.
Every word he had ever said to me replayed painfully slow.
My memory of his wicked smile as he mouthed ‘See you tonight’ was bright and vivid.
It clicked.
“Trey,” I rasped to David.
“What, baby?” David asked, his voice urgent.
“Trey did this,” I said, my voice faint.
I saw his eyes gain understanding as his face twisted into a pained look. He nodded slowly.
In the back of my mind, I heard myself saying over and over again ‘I told you so’.
I should have listened.
I should have known.
I should have ran the day I met the player.
I should have known I couldn’t compete.
I should have known I couldn’t win.
I should have known I would lose.
Those were deadly games I was playing. No one wins in deadly games.
“Della, don’t close your eyes,” David said, his voice urgent. “Please, baby, stick with me.”
I hadn’t realized I had my eyes closed, it felt so sweet.
It felt easy, just like sleep.
I felt the pain draining away.
I felt myself slipping.
My mind travelled to Ms. Mary and the very first day I had walked into the store. I was bored, just aimlessly wandering the city, looking for something to do. I noticed the old-fashioned shop window, it looked like something out of a movie. I walked in, intrigued.
A little old lady was sitting behind the counter, her eyes clouded over, her pain hidden by a well-practiced smile.
I thought of David and his sweet-self. His bright green eyes and his crooked smile. I thought of the way I felt with him. The love I felt for him.
Death was sweet.
I heard sirens ring from far off.
I wasn’t worried about that now.
In a distant voice, I heard David’s last line to me, “I love you, Della. I always will.” His grass-green eyes entered my memory as I felt myself smiling. “I will never forget you.”
The touch of his hand slipped away from my fingertips as an incredible light shone in front of me.
A beautiful, blond haired girl with clear blue eyes stood in front of me, her hand out-stretched to me. Her smile rang out familiarly to me, a smile I had seen every day I walked into the bookstore.
Every doubt was erased from my mind as my hand touched hers.
Every trace of pain was gone.
I was gone.
THE END.
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