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    You Went Away – (Chapter: Chapter Two: Nothing Good About Goodbye)

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    Chapter Two
    Nothing Good about Goodbye
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    Bullets flying, the sound of crackling filled the air and she sat huddled under a mass body. The noise was being muffled out by the loud screams of people and the hard beating heart of the body protecting her. She could hear her own heart beating rhythmically in her ear. It felt as if someone had reached into her chest and pulled it out with their perfectly manicured hands, and held it to her ear. She could feel the warm dripping of her own blood fall on to her shoulder.

    Soon after the noise stopped, there was a silence. No noise, no bullets, nothing, except the annoying beating of her heart.

    The body had gotten up off her in one swift move, yet her eyes stayed unclosed.

    She laid there.

    Minutes later the sound of footsteps running toward her caught her attention. She slowly opened her eyes up to the lightened night. Coming to her knees in front of Spencer, Kyla softly touched her head. Spencer pulled back from the younger girl.

    “You’re bleeding,” the young girl whispers gingerly.

    Spencer brought her hand up to rest onto of Kyla’s soft fingers. She felt the warm liquid ooze between Kyla’s fingers onto her’s. Spencer looked at Kyla, her eyes saddened by the events of the night. The perfect night that had been planned out was now ruined, like her silky blue dress she currently had on with blood stains in it. She couldn’t say anything to the young girl, because she knew that the sadness was only reflected back.

    Without a word and only a small forced smile at the young girl, Spencer stood up. Kyla’s hand dropped. Spencer didn’t take her time looking around at the damage. Instead, she turned her back, and walked away. Her back turned on everyone and everything. Her eyes didn’t see the young black man dead on the ground, the Latina hovering over her blond brother, or even the brunette in his arms. She just advert her eyes, because she knew what was not seen, was not thought about. And what was not thought about would make it easier on her.

    Spencer was raised a fighter, but as of right now she surrendered. She held up her white flag high above her head. She knew that surrendering didn’t mean that she gave up; it just meant that she was recognizing her faults in certain situations. So, she walked away.

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