027

Azrael

There was nothing new to the sensation of waking but the sensation of pain and sensitivity to light was something I wished never to experience again in my long shitty life.

My eyes opened the first time and it took the annoying lights shining into my eyes for me to realize that I had almost died. I almost died from a gunshot because the cops were careless around a criminal simply because she was a woman.

Leslie. I heard his voice; he was crying and apologizing. That dumb kid was always fond of getting into trouble but what happened wasn’t his fault. It was better me than him because if I hadn’t taken that shot, it would have surely hit a vital point.

My instincts roared to protect him even at the cost of my own life.

I closed my eyes again and when I opened it again; I was alone or I thought I was.

“I’m impressed. I didn’t think you cared enough to take a bullet for some white kid.” I heard the annoying