Novel & Cerita On The Sidewalk Bleeding Short Story

•••QUINN••• I'm freezing and I'm cold and I'm lost, there are loud horns making a fuss from every vehicle and eyes focused on me while I walked down the pavement of the street. My dress didn't do me any favors at all I was freezing and with the looks I got, I probably looked like a homeless person right now. I got tired and leaned my back against the glass window of a shop, I heard a loud thud against the glass I turned to see an angry butcher with a knife in his grasp, I backed up in fear and left the window displaying his slaughter of red meat. I looked down at the floor to see my legs rough and blistered, I quickly took off my heels exhausted from walking all day and kept walking with my

Switchblades. Enough steel to turn this street into a warzone in less than sixty seconds if someone made the wrong move. I glanced up toward the third floor. Her window was opened just enough for me to see the soft flicker of warm light. I shouldn't have come. I had a hundred things that needed bleeding but instead, I was standing on a busted sidewalk in a neighborhood that smelled like piss and desperation, waiting on her. I glanced at the busted front door to her building, paint chipping, lock barely hanging on, the kind of door anyone could kick in with one good boot.

My cheek scrapes along the rough cement and it burns. A small sound escapes me before I can stop it. Fabric slides and flutters across the sidewalk as the thief scoops up whatever he can grab. Then he vanishes into the crowd like he was never there. Enzo drops the rest of the shopping bags and takes off after him. It’s useless. The man already has too much distance. People close in, voices rising, bodies pressing. Sophia and Elara reach me first. They push people back and kneel beside me. My head throbs, deep and steady, like a drumbeat starting behind my eyes.

A storm is nearing. Then I hear dog barks, someone is coming closer. The rapists all exchanged looks of shock before scrambling to their feet. They don't want to get caught. As the barks come closer and the boys hurry out of sight. Suddenly I'm calm and quiet, with my sides bleeding. The dog barks loudly and I hear the sound of hurried feet and hooves. Everywhere is quiet. With one final gust of the cold wind, small cold drops of water make their way to the Earth's floor and the rain begins to fall. I close my eyes, it washes away my tears. Painstakingly I stand up and wear my jeans. My sides are bleeding badly and there is no first aid in Sight. With shivering hands, I tie a piece of cloth

I made myself invisible to them by merging into the shadows, my footsteps light and cautious. Though the sharp ache in my lower abdomen was almost unbearable, but I somehow mustered the strength to walk, one step at a time. Still bleeding heavily... The moment I got to the pedestrian path, my body succumbed to weakness, causing me to collapse on the pavement...under the glow of the streetlight. Since the bright light shining down on me will make it easier for drivers or some other individuals to spot me while driving pass by, I cried out for whoever to come to my aid, "Help! Can anyone hear me? I'm dying."

I couldn't prevent myself from falling because I had lost focus while talking to Nico. I felt a liquid on my thighs and when I looked on the floor,it was blood,I was bleeding.Students flooded in the washroom and looked at me bleeding on the ground. Sandra was nowhere to be seen as she had already escaped. “What happened?”Students asked me and I couldn't stop crying. “My baby,my baby.”Those were the only words that came out of my mouth at the moment.Nico pushed through the crowds and came to me. He picked me from the floor and carried me in his arms, students paved away for him and he carried me towards the campus's hospital.

He had forced his wet heavy shorts to move with him and brought a half-filled cup of water to her. But she had already cut into her throat when he returned and her slender body had been on the floor, thick crimson red liquid seeping from her neck, her eyes thrown open. The glass had been on the floor in tiny different pieces which pierced into his tiny feet as he ran over to her, his fingers and head shaking as he stared at that room that had once brought warmth to him. Then a pedestrian admiring the billboard had brushed his shoulder, reminding him of where he was; immobile in the sidewalk of Manhattan, his eyes raised upwards as he watched that advertisement.

"That was the worst thing I’ve ever experienced." "You’re welcome," I said dryly, wiping my mouth to ensure I had no single blood stain. He was still losing too much blood that he could pass out any time. "Stay here," I said. "I’ll get you something to stop the bleeding." The streets were eerily quiet in the dark evening . Not even a single soul in sight. Long shadows stretched across cracked pavement, and the faint sound of wind whistled through broken windows. I moved quickly, keeping my senses sharp.

I walk towards the front door and pull it open and step outside. I walk barefoot in the street. My long white nightie blows gently around my ankles. The streets are deserted. That is strange. I walk around the corner and the smell of blood and smoke becomes stronger. My heart races in my chest as I gasp, covering my mouth as I see bodies littering the street. I pull my hands back and see they are dripping with blood. I look down at my white nightie. And the front is red and so is the hem. What have I done?

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