Run.
Run.
Run.
Don't stop.
Breathe, no! Don't breathe.
Have to breathe or I die.
It hurts.
God, breathing hurts.
Focus on anything but breathing.
Coughing.
Blood. Why is there blood?
Don't think, just run.
Tires squealing behind me.
God, he knows.
Run.
Run.
Breathing hurts.
Lungs aren't working.
More blood.
Don't think about it!
Look around.
Find help.
What's around?
Darkness.
A bar.
Too risky.
Keep running.
Look, Bella! Find somewhere to hide.
Can't hide. Hide and die.
Body is broken.
Air is almost out.
Blood.
Find help!
A car. No, a limo.
People getting in.
Scream for help.
Can't. Just blood.
Run.
Get to the Limo.
Yelling from behind.
It's him.
He found me.
Limo is only hope.
What do I do?
Jump in before the door closes.
In. People talking.
"What the hell?"
They're trying to figure out what's going on.
Half-naked girl in their limo.
Bloody, broken and dying.
So many men.
Suits.
Nice suits.
Guns.
Guns?
Yes, guns.
Big guns.
Breathing too hard.
Say something.
Words won't come out .
Just blood.
A woman.
Blonde.
Beautiful.
Make eye contact.
Focus.
Show her the fear.
Her eyes are hard.
No. They're softening.
Concern.
Yes.
Please.
I need your concern.
The blonde is upset.
She's yelling at the men.
The big men, in the nice suits, with the big guns.
She's brave.
Braver than me.
Hands on me.
Yelling. Everyone seems to be yelling.
Keep eye contact with her.
Say something.
One word.
Just one word so she knows.
Blood.
Try harder.
"Please."
Her eyes go wide.
She gets it.
That's it.
All my air is gone.
My last word in this life.
Please.
I had so much more to say.