I lift my loose shirt to reveal the silky tank beneath it, now sopping with blood. I take a deep breath and pull up the layer of cloth separating me from the wound before shuddering at the sight of it. A long, bloody gash slices open the skin right beneath my rib. A spear wound. My breaths come in shaky, shallow pants. At least I’m alive.
nah fuck that our nigga gonna get him
