Losers Never Win by Black Ghost (suggested reading TXT) 📖

the trigger. With his eyes closed, Cain waited for the sound of the gunshot to scratch his ears, but it didn’t. To his surprise, the only thing he heard was a clicking noise in the back of K-9s gun.

            “What the…” K-9 muttered, staring at his weapon. He looked back at Cain who was lost, and smacked him across head with his pistol. K-9 limped back to his car to make a quick escape.

            Cain clutched the injury on his forehead as the tires from K-9s car skidded out of the alley. He wiped his face again when the image of Serena getting shot appeared in his memory.

            “Serena!” Cain exclaimed. He tried to jump to his feet, but stumbled back down. Cain tightened his fist and ignored the pain that swelled his body, as he forced his way closer to Serena. “Serena…” he repeated, inching his way to her.

            She laid flat on the ground with dull eyes. Her chest just barely moved up and down, indicating that her heart was still beating. Cain got next to Serena and gently rose her, holding her carefully in his arms.

             Serena felt Cain’s touch and pulsed in pain; her eyes moved to his face. “…C-Cain…” she wheezed, coughing afterwards. Blood slipped out of the side of her mouth.

            “Don’t talk,” Cain calmly replied, trying to keep himself from losing it. He heard the sirens in the background and knew help was on the way. “You gon be aight…” he lowered his head and felt a tear exit his eye, landing on Serena’s face.

            “Cain,” Serena repeated. Her voice sounded weaker than before and her breathing slowed. She began to think back to her childhood, dwelling on the times when she would be at her worst. “Wh, when I was lil. I use to… always want someone to, to hold me.” She stammered, fighting to get every word out. “Hold me, and tell me. Everything would be okay…”

            Cain forced a false smile on his face and started to rock Serena’s body peacefully in his arms. “Everything… ‘will’ be okay,” he told her. “You got me? Everything gon be just fine.” He watched as that rare beautiful smile grew on Serena’s face one last time.

             “Everything… will be, . . . okay,” she lied to herself. Serena and Cain both knew that wasn’t going to be true. Because she died in his arms moments before the ambulance arrived. 

Chapter 16

Four days later, at Serena’s funeral, Cain stood amongst a small crowd that consisted of Serena’s group home, and his self. He was on the front row under the tent that hung over Serena’s casket. His eyes were stuck on the uneven grass as the preacher spoke words he didn’t listen to.

            The only thing in his mind was how everything turned out like this. He had finally found someone that he understood, and vise versa. Someone who cherished his company; some one he loved. Cain raised his head when he realized the casket was being lowered into the ground.

            Instead of crying, he tightened his jaw. Keeping back every bit of emotion that screamed to be released. The dark brown casket sunk lower and lower, finally leaving eyesight. It was over. The bleak funeral had official ended.

            Everyone began to walk away; very few wiped away tears. The preacher gathered his belongings and left the site as well. No one remained, no one but Cain. He still stood quietly in the same spot.

            The funeral director ordered his workers to take down the settings when he noticed Cain. He walked over to him and placed his hand on his shoulder. “It’ll be aight son.” The man told Cain. “She’s in a better place.”

            Cain looked at the guy and nodded. “Yea,” he said. “But I’m still gonna miss her,” he mumbled to himself. The guy patted Cain’s shoulder and headed back to work.

            Cain remained where he stood to say his final goodbyes. “I love you Serena,” he confessed. “These otha’ folk may forget you, but I won’t. I’ll never forget…” He clenched his fist while suppressing the sorrow that tore his heart. “I miss you soo much.” He said, breaking down on the inside. “I really do…” Cain got back in control of his feelings, and did what he’s always done with his pain. He secured it tightly in place in his heart, and tucked away the key. “Until we meet again.”

            He walked away from the grave site with his hands in his pockets. It truly pained him to see the death of the last person he loved, but that’s life; life for him at least. While others spent their days surrounded by friends, family, and loved ones, Cain had nothing. He always questioned why he went through the things he did. Why he suffered loss after loss after loss. The answer never quite showed its face to him, even though it was obvious. Losers never win.

 

 

 

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