The lunge had worked better than expected and Shameeca's attack of cold metal on Lennys flesh was rewarded with a satisifying hit. If she hadn't been so emotionally tormented, then she would of noticed that something was off with the whole encounter and that the boy didn't seem to be fighting back. Still the black girl didn't care, striking him in the chest, the body and finally the ribs, trying to hear a crack if she smashed something. Trying with all her might to inflict some damage to Lenny, Shameeca failed to realise that he hadn't attacked back until it was too late. It was a funny world. If she had just run away and left James to Lenny's intentions, maybe everyone would of lasted longer. Heath, James, Bobby, Elizabeth.... and finally Shameeca herself.
The two short bangs at first didn't register as her body was penetrated by the two hot pieces of lead, the bullets shooting right through. The first one entered through her ribs, narrowly missing the heart and lungs, harmlessly shooting out through the other side. Alone, it wouldn't of killed her, the bleeding out after several hours of agony would of ended her. Still, with some quick patching up, maybe Shameeca could of lasted till infection set in and killed her. The second bullet however, was a lot more lethal to the girl. Hitting through the stomach, it tore her insides apart like a small child with a box of tissues, ripping the major organs in its upwardly diagonal pathway of shreds. For an instant, Shameeca stood still as the words Lenny said echoed in her ears.
Say hey to Bobby for me
For several seconds after the bullets had hit her, the teenager didn't move, only one short breath, almost of shock coming in, her entire body registering the wound, unable to move. Reaching her free hand up to her stomach, she looked down to see the sticky red warm liquid all over her light chocolate skin, her short ragged fingernails almost looking like they had been dipped in some new polish. Her eyes slowly drew up to Lenny from her hand, all the time realising that this was the end. No do overs, no heroes coming to save her on a white horse, no gand to back her up and nothing at all left. The wounds pains rushed in suddenly, more painful than she would have expected. Tears rolled from her eyes as she stared into Lennys face, making sure that he heard her.
"I... won't have...to... you will... see... him soon any...ways. And .... Lizzie too. See.. you in... hell, Lenny"
Her breath came out in a few ragged gasps and her knees started to buckle, the world growing darker as the pain slowly flowed away to be replaced by a cold feeling of nothing. With her last breath, instead of breathing out, Shameeca did what she had wanted to do to Lenny since he had first found her. Not very ladylike or polite, but deserved. She spat, a long gobule of saliva leaving her mouth as soon as she finished speaking, swiftly followed by her body falling in on itself, knees crumpling under her as the girl fell to the floor. Shameeca never felt the ground hit, the small ring on the chain around her neck bouncing up in front of her. A gift from her father, her first dad. If she had time for a last thought, it may of been one to god, her parents, her friends, maybe even cursing Danya or Lenny. But there was no last thoughts, no final moments before it all ended.
After eleven long days, the deaths of a few friends and the boy that she had never got to tell how she felt, killing a boy and even nearly finding a way of escape, Shameeca Mitchell died. Another life lost to the game.
G55. SHAMEECA MITCHELL - DECEASED