<div class="floatleft">(http://allin1dot.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/emily-browning.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_u">The Prostitute</span></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Samantha "Sam"</span></span><br/><em>Wounded</em><br/>Character Bio (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=105330.msg4571509#msg4571509);<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Everything seemed to slow down for Sam. Sounds became inaudible as she found the ground coming up to greet her. It was after her knees hit the floor did she realize she had been shot. She didn't know why, but it burned and she found herself coughing up blood.<br/><br/>It all seemed cruel, the first time feeling something physical in years and it was the pain of a gun shot wound. Dark crimson blood poured from the wound, staining her hoodie. Sam struggled to get up to her knees, but kept slipping and falling on her stomach.<br/><br/>When Ali rushed to Sam's side she felt cold to the touch. Blood pooling in the girl's mouth and trickling out the side. Her small chest rising and falling erratically as she gaze up at Ali. Her blue eyes seemed to dull and become distant.<em>Maybe this is what I've wanted all along...</em>Sam thought, her eye lids getting heavy and a sleepiness creeping inside of her.<br/><br/>"...so tired..." she choked out her voice shaking with uneasiness. Ali could not tell if she was talking to herself or to her.<br/><br/>Muffled noises is all Sam heard. They were getting further away and darkness over took Sam....