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When It's July Again

Hailynn
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"Jane!" I can hear him shouting, calling out my name. "Jane! Stop please!" He screamed, still running behind me with his bruised leg. I kept on running till my feet hurt. "Just stop will you? Let's talk, please!" He's was still running after me, but this time, I won't stop.
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Chapter 1 - ~ Schism ~

"Jane!" I can hear him shouting out my name.

"Jane! Stop please!" He screamed, while still chasing me with his cut bruised leg. I kept on running till my feet hurt.

"Just stop will you? Let's talk, please!" He shouted still running after me, but this time, I won't stop.

"Janice! Please! I'm hurt, I can't run no more.." I ignored him and kept running, with my face as red as a ripened tomato's internals due to the continuous jogging.

A thud on the ground is the next thing I heard. I turned back to look and saw him laying half dead on the road, with a pool of blood slowly curling around his head.

"Tyran!" I screamed out of fear. I sprinted towards him, while my lungs succumb to breathe as I struggle for air, hoping something serious didn't occur right here, hoping that I just didn't lose him.

As soon as I reached him, I rushed down to his head, I held him close placing his head on my lap . He had gone unconcious as he hit his head pretty hard on a road brick. His curly hair were all wet and droopy from the blood he had lost that encircled is head.

I immediately took out my cellphone and dialed for the ambulance.

 ~

I told the nurse what happened and our location.

"Calm down ma'am, we'll be there in 15 minutes." The women on the other side said.

"Be quick please! My friend is bleeding the hell out!" I screamed at the women on the line, scared to my guts for Tyran.

She told me to apply firm pressure to the wound with sterile gauze or a clean cloth. I did exactly that with my shaking hands and the anxiety I could feel churning my stomach.

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 The ambulance was there in about 10 minutes. I went numb.

All I did was look at the two men rushing out of the ambulance towards us. They held Tyran up and lay him on a strecher, and put him gently inside the ambulance. They commanded me to come along.

All I did was look at their face, expressionless, palefaced.I couldn't move.

I panted hard unable to breathe with the toughness in my chest.

"What have I done?" I spoke to myself. The nurse standing beside me asked me by reflex "What?"

"I almost killed him! I shouted. Tears rolling down my eyes, my body shaking uncontrollably and I fell to the ground.

The last thing I remember is the nurse rubbing my back while holding my right arm tight, and then I blacked out.