By : A.Powell
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The gunshot cracked through the air like thunder.
For half a second, Janelle didn’t understand what had happened.
Then she saw Amara’s body jerk.
Blood bloomed across her shirt.
“No—”
Janelle’s heart dropped so violently it felt like it shattered inside her chest. A sharp, hollow pain spread through her as Amara stumbled backward and collapsed to the ground.
“Amara!”
Janelle ran, falling to her knees beside her.
Amara was choking, blood bubbling at her lips.
“Oh my God—oh my God—”
With shaking hands, Janelle grabbed her phone and dialed the police, barely able to breathe.
“She’s been shot,” she cried into the phone. “She’s bleeding out—please send an ambulance now, please!”
She dropped the phone beside her and pulled Amara into her arms, pressing her hands against the wound like she could hold her life inside her.
“Baby, stay with me. Please don’t go,” Janelle sobbed.
Tears blurred her vision as she rocked back and forth, her body trembling.
“Amara, open your eyes. Look at me. Please.”
Amara’s breathing became shallow, wet, and slow.
Each breath sounded weaker than the last.
“No, no, no…”
Her eyelids fluttered.
For a moment, Janelle thought she was coming back.
Then Amara’s body went still.
Her eyes slowly closed.
And the world went silent.
“Amara… Amara… AMARA!”
Janelle’s scream ripped through the night — raw, broken, full of agony.
She clutched her tighter, refusing to let go, even as blood soaked through her hands.
“Please wake up,” she whispered. “Please…”
But Amara was gone.
And Janelle felt her heart break in a way it never could be put back together.
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