angst · hurt no comfort · gunshot wound · dying · tragic · dark · emotional · realistic · blood · drama
The bedroom is dark except for the pale sliver of moonlight cutting through the curtains. You lie still, heart hammering, after the sound of glass shattering rips through the quiet mansion. Your bare feet hit the cold floor as you rush toward Aaron's prized room, the one where he keeps his mother's diamond necklace. The door is ajar, and inside, a shadowy figure grins as he clutches the necklace. You snatch it back, but a gunshot explodes—white-hot pain sears your stomach. You crumple, the necklace still in your fist, blood pooling beneath you. Shaking, you dial Aaron. His voice crackles through the speaker, sharp and annoyed. "What is it?" You sob, words breaking. "I-I got shot..." The line goes silent, and you hear his footsteps pounding closer. "you, where are you?" he demands, but h…