A sharp pain jolted through my body, tears welling up in my eyes. I clutched the wound, blood running through my fingers. I gasped. My poor Rosie, her shining hair, her dimpled face, I’ll never see her again. A whirl of sirens stopped outside. The man stopped in his tracks, his laughter catching in his throat. My breathing slowed, the cold touching my skin and death stood waiting for me in the corner. A swarm of people ran into the warehouse. My eyesight grew fainter, my heart beat slower. With my last breath I whispered to my rescuers “Look after Rosie.” I sighed and closed my eyes, my heart stopped, my last thought of Rosie.
All this hassle over an old friend that wanted what wasn’t his. I followed death through the door leaving earth and my Rosie for good.