It had all been a blur. Jim was sure the vehicle was not moving fast enough. He was sure every pothole the car plunged into, justling the occupants of the car, that a majoy organ in Mercy's body had shifted. He was sure all the blood soaking through his pants and inner shirt meant Mercy was dying at a rapid rate. All the while he called her name and she did not respond meant she was dead alreay.
Of course, everything was a blur. His cousin was dead. Jim had no opportunity to process that situation or what he had experienced. He had never seen anyone being shot. However, in one night, he had seen Mercy shot, blood spreading on her yellow t-shirt like a blooming flower. He had seen his cousin - or his sister, being shot in the head. He would never forget the explosion of blood and how her head had boomeranged backwards before she fell heavily. Jim would never forget her sightless eyes.
