His partner ran to him, I felt suffocated inside the biker's helmet.
The feeling of nausea increased as blood oozed from the man's hand.
"What is with the disrespect? Do you think my money will stain your hands?"
The gunshot was still ringing in my ears, my heart was pumping blood wildly, the nightmares were coming back again, enclosing me in their usual darkness.
The night, that night on the bridge.
Selene scrambled for the car handle and opened the door, she inhaled the cold night's air forcefully to get air to her lungs. A metal sheet from the car was lodged inside her leg barely scratching her bone, she could feel it. Everytime she moved, it would cut a little more of her flesh open.
She winced and sat on the floor crawling on her butt away from the car.