Genevieve
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Tears stream down my face as I see Lilly. Relief flows through me. Maybe there is time. I struggle to look at the dark blob that is my daughter. Its like I can feel the blood pouring out of her body. Time is running out. As soon as I am untied I rush towards Lara and help Lilly untie her. The poor little girl is in shock and she just stares at me with a blank look on her face. "oh god. Oh god." I whisper and I check over her body. My vision is clouded with tears, however, and that mixed in with the darkness that surrounds me makes me frantic. I can't see! I want to scream it to the world, but the words won't come out. Only the sound of a sob fills the air.

My little girl, my only family, my only ties to the husband I once loved to much...she is dying in my arms. Her blood is soaking through my shirt and I can feel it on my skin. Its sickening and I want to puke. I put my hand up to her face, "Lara, stay with me. Stay with me baby. We are going to get you to the hospital station, okay?" My little girl just shakes her head and stares into my eyes. I can see the light fading from them. "no. No., Stay with me." I whisper.

"I lo--" She tries to speak, but it only comes out in a gagging cough. Blood sprays all over my face as she does this. I suppress the urge to gag. I feel her breathing shallow. "no..." I whisper as I pull her closer to my body and lay her head on my shoulder. "No...." I sob as the agony slices through me. I glance over at Josh and briefly feel the want for him to be alive so I can kill him myself. With the gun that is killing my daughter to be exact. I hold her as tight as I can, knowing that she is going to die. I am going to lose her. Her wound is to great. 

This knowledge only makes me sob at a greater multitude. I can not bare to lose her. Yet here I am, in the pale moonlight, and I'm losing the only person I love with all of my heart. 

Even after she is gone I just sit there with her in my arms. I rock back and forth and I sob. I scream out. I'm irrational at this point as the pain courses through my veins. I sit there as a half-hour ticks by. I hold my daughter's limp body close to me for fear of having to let go. Because I know I'll have to let go of her. I'll have to bury her next to her father. This thought makes my body shake with more sobs. How could the world be so cruel?