Deep Breath, It's Almost Over

Mature audiences only: themes of death, gun violence, and traumatic events.

He grabs my hand and slowly pulls me up. “How are you feeling?”

“Dizzy,” I squeeze out. He grabs a glass of water sitting on the nightstand and hands it to me. I take a drink, and everything feels less dry but still tight. “What’s going on? What happened?”

“A lot to be honest.” He holds my hand while I try to get the tightness out of my throat. “Lil had those two guys try and kill you.” I glance up while my memory catches up.

“I forgot that was real.” I lift my hand to my throat after realizing water can’t fix that tight squeeze on my throat.

“They won’t be hurting you again.” He helps me stand up and my body aches every time I move.

“You killed them.” I don’t leave it as a question. The sound of his gun echoes through my head.