Gone: A Short Story

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HE WAS GONE The air that was left in his lungs had fled from his body as he took his last breath. His chest rose and fell for the last time. He was gone. His eyes glazed over and his heart had stopped beating. I closed his eyes. The wounds from the attack were far too big for his fragile body, he couldn’t hold on any longer. He fought so well but even then he wouldn’t have been able to overcome something that was as horrific as this. A wave of emotions has come over me, I don’t know how to feel. I leave the room where his lifeless body lays to try and clear my head, to allow my brain to process what had happened and to figure out why. Suddenly, a million questions are running through my mind “when did this start?” “is it my fault?” “why would …show more content…

It is all too much for one day. Finding my car in the parking lot was way easier than what it would normally be. It was brand new, I only had it for two days and it is ruined. The bumper is falling off, the back windscreen if cracked, and my side mirrors are shattered, this car is way beyond repair. Once pristine and white now covered in blackened deep craters from the shots of a bullet, the paint peeling off of the side of the car. One side covered with the black and the remains of the white paint, whilst the other has large smears of red along the doors and seat covers. It was good while it …show more content…

An eerie feeling falls over me when I read who it is addressed to; “To my lover (Elizabeth Rogers), I give you all my heart”. These words seem to terrify me, who could this be? My mind start to ponder, but I just can’t seem to think of who it could be. Slowly I pull on the twine that is wrapped around the package, and I tear off the brown paper. Underneath the paper there is a very strong smell, it isn’t a nice smell either it is almost to vulgar to try and describe. Cautiously I open the lid of the box, the smell is overwhelming and makes me feel faint. The contents from the box is repulsive, it was a heart covered with blood. With a rush of fear, I toss the box outside and watch the heart roll onto the gravel, and path of blood following it. Disgusted by what I had seen I grab a pair of tongs and pick the heart up, walking to the bin I could see a piece of paper was sticking out from one of its many deformed arteries. Cautiously I pull it out, it’s a note from my supposed ‘lover’ it

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