‘To River, to record your thoughts, dreams and curiosities.’

Love Simon

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River traced the scrolled penmanship of her brother’s writing in her new journal.

She felt a twinge of pain in her heart, but assumed it was the emotions.

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Kaylee rushed outside at the sound of gunfire.

The Tig brothers, Zoe and Colter all watched as the smoking guns made both shooters jerk from being hit. However it was Bailey Tig that dropped like a dead weight, the blood from his mortal chest wound oozing through his clothes and melting the ice into a bright red slush. His heart was pierced through and through, there was no surviving.

Simon remained standing.

Though his face paled and he dropped his gun, grasping at his the left side of his chest. He fell to his knees, struggling for air, the world out of focus around him as the blood pounded in his ears. Lifting his hand away, he gazed at it, at the warm red liquid staining his blurring hand.

“BAILEY!”

Out of rage, the Tig boys quickly aimed at Simon to finish him off.

“SIMON! NOOO!” Kaylee raced out.

Zoe shot one in the head, Colter the other in the stomach before their fingers could squeeze the trigger. William with his busted knee saw his fallen brothers and crambled for his gun, tears of grief, pain and vengence streaming down his face. However Zoe kicked his gun away and struck him across the side of the head with the stock of her shot gun.

“Simon! Simon!” The mechanic stooped next to him as he weaved on his knees, ready to fall to the ground. She caught him and stared at him absolutely terrified.

“Kaylee?” He wheezed, chest rattling and heaving in shock.

“I’m right here.” She told him as Zoe knelt down. “You’re, you’re gonna be ok. Just hang in there, we’ll fix ya up.”

Zoe took Kaylee’s hand and pressed it down on the gunshot wound. “You keep that there, staunch the bleeding…”

“He’s gonna be ok right?” Kaylee blurted tearfully, focusing on the blood seeping thr