Betrayed

I got my keys out to unlock my apartment door, wrangling grocery bags as well. It was taco night. my best friend of two years and roommate, Rebecca. Tacos are her favorite and I wanted to make some to surprise her.

Totally not because I'm feeling lazy.

I unlocked the door, going inside. I didn't see Becky right away as I walked to the small kitchen area. "Beck, I'm home!" I started to unpack the bags when my chest felt like I got bitten by something big and a shot echoed around me.

I gasped, leaning weakly on the counter for support, seeing the blood splatter in front of me, on the yellow wall and microwave. I was gasping for air. Shit, It must have a punctured lung. I turned, seeing Becky with a gun in her hand, watching me bleed.

I shook my head in shock. She couldn't have.

She wouldn't. She was my best friend. "H-how...could..." A deep, shaky breath in. Oh god it hurt so much. I could feel the blood seeping though my hand like melted snow. I was weeping now.

She walked closer. Gun still in hand. "Oh poor princess wants to know why? I think you know." She shot at my knee, making it shatter and tear. I fell like a sack of bricks, crying out in agony. I was trying to sob and cry so bad but my limited air capacity made it difficult so it just came out as wheezing heaves of air. "W-Why? You were m-my f-f-friend..." I wanted to throw up. This was all too much. The smell of blood was everywhere, engulfing me.

She smirked. "Yeah. Was." Then she lifted the gun,aiming. I thought she was going to go in for the kill and be done with it. But she shot my other lung, making me gasp in pain, starting to suffocate, slowly as my lungs filled with blood.

Blood was filling my mouth as I could do nothing but lay on the floor, gaping like a fish. I managed to wheeze out. "Why....don't you just..kill me?" "Oh sweetheart, that would be too easy. I want to watch the life leave your pretty little eyes. " the tears wouldn't stop and I couldn't sob. I could only gasp on breaths of blood.

To be honest, the betrayal of my best friend of two years hurts more than her bullets. Finally my eyes started to black out but the last image I saw was of her smiling, gleefully as she watched me die.

I don't think I've ever been more hurt or more terrified.