Whoever said "things will get better in time" is a liar. Daniel's hand landed on mine gently and that tightness on my mind began again. I wanted to scream in pain, but I just clenched my jaw and hissed. I tried to look at him, pleading for him to do something, but he watched defenselessly as I endured the oncoming vision.
Several gunshots sounded. I walked down the hall to inspect what happened. Three holes punctured the front door. I followed the path that they would've taken and saw a small boy crying on the floor. Blood began to pool around his shoulder where I saw the crimson liquid dripping from his shoulder. Daniel stood in front of the boy with a scarlet stained white shirt. He took two bullets--one to the hip, one to his stomach. The substance dripped down his dark jeans. I ran to help him, but he couldn't hear not see me. He struggled over to the phone which hung over the kitchen counter. Sirens screeched outside, hurting my ears and bringing me back to the present.
I gasped for breath and fell into Daniel's arms. I didn't know what what I just saw, but I could easily see that he was terrified of what it was.