Bam was disoriented. The rain was still falling when she opened her eyes. Confused, she tried to remember where she was and how she got there. It was all jumbled together inside of her throbbing head. Trying to gain her bearings, she attempted sitting up, but the world swam and made it difficult.
She tried to shake it away.
Flashing red and blue lights reflecting off the vinyl siding of her home caught her attention and sent panic into the cheeks of her face. Police cars began to skid to a stop along the street. Bam didn’t hear the car doors open or the police men and women shouting at her. Their voices didn’t penetrate the wall of rain and fear. The only thing that she knew for sure was that the red and blue lights were swirling around and around. Around and around.
She struggled and managed to awkwardly rise to her feet. The police men and women began to scream louder and louder, but she still couldn’t understand what they were saying. Bam went to raise her hands up high, admitting surrender. But she didn’t remember the gun, which was still in her hands. She had forgotten it entirely. When her hand moved, the gun gleamed with light from one of the street lamps.
She instantly wanted to cry out…NOOOOO…but her confused mouth wouldn’t function quickly enough. She never got out the plea and the police men and women had no choice but to fire at their attacker. They had no choice. Bam was hit hard in the chest and stomach, ripping apart her heart and guts. She died seconds after returning to the concrete of the sidewalk. And as her life left her, her mind and sight were filled with a combination of confusion and the swirling red and blue lights.