My Happy Ending

Well, I have a normal story, except the fact that I was murdered, and my killer remained unknown for... And driven by who knows what, to kill innocent, little me. What could I have done to deserve my fate that day? No, it wasn't my wrongdoing, they played

 

I pulled into the lot of the CargoMart and turned off the car. Just before I got out, my phone rang in my back pocket. I pulled it out and looked at it:

 

My Baby

 

It was Chris. I had him labeled as, “My Baby” on my contacts. My head lowered, and I pushed “ignore”. I threw my phone into the backseat of the car and got out.

I walked slowly, I was in no rush. I doubted I could run if I tried. I swung the glass door open and listened to the bell ring above the door. The girl sitting behind the counter looked at me strangely. I raised an eyebrow at her and walked back to the candy isle.

The store wasn't as empty as I hoped it would be. There were a good number of people I it. It wasn't a small store, so I guess that explain why everyone was there. It had almost everything you would need, so of course people would be there every day.

I looked behind me and saw school buses passing by. School was out and Chris would be home. I knew he would probably show up at my house and Ellen's house to find me, and I'd have to punch him too. I jiggled the keys in my had and looked down the long isle of all snacks and candy. My eyes lit up what little they could as I scanned the shelves.

I scratched my head and took chips and candies from the shelves. I tucked them under my arms and continued to look around. I looked around the store at each person walking around. I didn't know anyone. I wrinkled my nose and my attention was drawn to three men walking into the store. The bell above the door rang and the cashier stared at them. My mouth dropped when I spotted them.

The three men were dressed in black and like statues. Only their eyes flickered around the store. I ducked behind the isle and watched them. I looked at the other people in the store who stared at them also. My heart raced.

“Nobody move!” The guy in the middle yelled. I dropped whatever I had in my hands and threw my body to the floor. Oh no! “Give me all the money!” I heard him yell and the people in the store screamed.

“Nobody move! Everyone on the ground! Now!” Another voice yelled. I curled up in a ball on the floor and covered my face with my hands.

“Give me the money!” one man yelled at the clerk. I listened to a lady sob in the back and held my breath when I heard footsteps come back my way. Lord, please protect me. Please! I begged in my head. My body shook and shivered when the footsteps stopped in front of me.

“Lift your head!” the guy yelled. I slowly looked up through my hair at him. He was the main guy I saw standing in the middle of the other two when they first walked in. He had black, rough hair and a full beard. He looked in his forties. The main guy looked down at me with a gun in his hand. I knew I was going to die.

“Get up!” he yelled and grabbed my arm tightly. He lifted me clear off the ground and pulled me with him. “Got one,” he told the other guys holding guns and shoving money into bags. The other people in the store looked at me in panic. I felt my arm bruising under the man's grip.

“Please let me go!” I squealed. The man stopped and looked at me. I thought I would faint.

“No, sorry, girlie. Today ain't your lucky day,” he said and squinted at me. He was right. He was about to make it worse, I knew it. I yanked on my arm to try to get away, but then he pulled me against him and held the gun against my head. Two ladies in the back cried at the sight of us.

“Let me go!” I yelped, but shut my mouth when the metal was held against my temple. I held my breath and got pulled to the front of the store.

“You should have kept your mouth shut.” one guy said as we passed them. The other guy pointed a gun to the clerk sitting behind the counter. We passed them and she looked up at me. Her expression didn't change, neither did mine. Then, I was pulled into the little room behind the counter and the man slammed the door behind us. I looked around the cold room. It was filled with shelves of boxes and a refrigerator.

“Now, you will behave, girlie.” he whispered in my ear. I shivered from his warm breath. I feared the worse. God, please keep me safe. Please let me walk out of this alive! I felt the tears build up in my eyes, sitting on the cliff of my eyelids, ready to jump off and slid down my hot cheeks. I sniffled. “Now, now, don't be sad. It will all be over in a few minutes.” he said and ruffled around in his pockets. What is he talking about? What is he going to do? My eyes widened, probably bugging out of my head, and released the tears. I sniffled again and felt my legs weaken.

Then, the man still holding me pulled something out. My eyes flicked over to it. It was a huge syringe.

“No!” I screamed and leaped a step ahead. The man grabbed my wrist and spun me around to face him. I beat on his chest and screamed but he didn't let go. He eventually smacked me across my face with the back of his hand and I fell to the cold floor. I coughed and sucked in new air to possible stop the thumping pain I had in my jaw. I opened it and stretched the pain.

“You are too much work,” the man said. I dug my nails into the smooth floor and slowly pulled my legs up under me. I saw the man walk next to me out of the corner of my eye and draw his leg back. I knew what was coming. I tensed my whole body and he kicked me in my stomach.

I lost my breath. I felt my breath shoot out of my mouth to escape the body about to be destroyed piece by piece. I coughed and whimpered. I struggled for breath, flipping over to my back and lying flat on the floor. The man looked down at me with a crooked smile. “That's better.” he whispered. I looked lazily up at him in front of the blinding light on the ceiling. I coughed again and turned on my side, covering my face to cry.

“Ah!” I wailed and sucked for breath I felt like I wasn't getting. The man kneeled down next to me and cocked his head.

“Doesn't feel too good does it? No... I hope now you will listen to me. I think we can hang out back here for a while, nothing special happening outside,” he said and scratched his chin. Lord, please! I grit my teeth and he grabbed my hair to lift my head up. I looked up at him. He half-smiled and put his gun down a few feet from him. I looked around his body for the syringe, to hopefully spot it and stick him with it, but I found it nowhere.

“The cops,” I choked out, “will be here.” I coughed. He smiled.

“You are right. But we will be gone by then, and so will you.” he whispered. My eyes widened. He was going to kill me. My face fell and tears dripped from my eyes again. I wasn't going to allow it. I was going to fight. I knew I had to do something. So, I lower my head and swung my legs up to my chest and pushed myself onto the man. We both flew backwards into the door and I punched him. His face turned and I bit into his shoulder.

“Ah!” I yelped and punched my side. I screamed, stood up, and kicked his across his face. When he fell to the side, I reached for the handle of the door. But what I didn't think about was the men standing on the other side. Before I touched the knob, the door swung open and I saw another one of the men standing there with his gun. I gasped and he hit me across my face with the butt of his gun. I flew to the floor.

“Gee, how hard is it to deal with you.” the other guy with the red hair, originally pointing at the clerk, said. He sounded and looked quite young. I thought of him to be in his twenties, like the other blonde-haired guy standing somewhere else outside the room. I gasped in pain like a fish out of water as my throbbing face. I felt like my skin was burning off of my cheek. The rest of my body was numb, the only thing I could feel or think about was the massive pain on the side of my face. I couldn't even see. My hands slowly swept alone the floor as I tried to pick myself up.

“Get out!” the black-haired guy yelled. I jumped at the cut in his voice and knew I was going to be punished again. Someone grabbed my ankles and pulled me alone the floor. I sobbed and scratched the little I could with the rest of the energy along the floor. I heard my nails scrape along the tile in that dreadful melody to remind me of the terror I was really experiencing. Strong, violent hands grabbed my arm and flipped my body over onto its back. I squinted up at the blinding light. A dark figure hovered over me and fiddled around in his pockets. I looked into his hand the snapped up and held the syringe he had hid. No! I groaned to stop him, but my throat made a little growl. I was too weak to fight any more, I was finished.

The dark man pulled on the collar of my shirt and ripped it. I didn't object, I just lied there. I felt like I was dreaming. I was in a half-conscious state. I wanted to do something, but I had no energy or will-power to do it. Even my vision was clouded, I could barely tell what was going on. I closed my eyes slowly and felt my body jerk as the man tore my shirt. I listened to the material rip and my body cool.

I slowly opened my eyes and looked up at the man's face one last time. He looked down at me with a slight satisfaction at my weakened state. I watched him raise the syringe high and stab me in my right shoulder with it. I screamed. I screamed the loudest I could and grabbed his arm. He emptied the syringe into my shoulder and yanked it out. I dug my nails into him, but slowly loosened my grip as my skin melted again.

It felt like he had set my shoulder blaze, or someone just pouring liquid-sulfur into your bloodstream. I could feel the liquid pumped through my veins down my arm and to my exploding fingers.

“Goodbye,” I heard a soft voice speak over my screaming. I rolled and kicked with any energy I had to stop the fire, but failed. My neck tightened and everything on my cramped up. It was the end for me. That was my so-called happy ending I had hoped for all my life. It was certainly not what I had in mind. As my body turned numb and slowed, I realized I wasn't going to survive. I wasn't going to see Chris, Ellen, my family, or Jack again. Jack. The name slithered through my last thoughts. My heartbeat slowed to only a thump every however many seconds. I opened my eyes to see where I was, but saw nothing but black. I saw nothing. I heard nothing. I thought nothing. I said nothing. And last of all: I did nothing.