The Sound of a Gun

Chapter Six

BANG!

I would never use that phone again.

It had been shot straight out of my hand as I lay on the ground. The nerves in my stomach jolted violently.

The next sound was the reloading of a gun and the deep voice of a man in his late thirties.

'Don't move kid. I don't wanna shoot you. But if you're gonna go blabber.' He clicked the gun.

'I-I-I,' I stuttered, tears of terror filling my broken eyes. 'I won't... I-I promise. Please. Don't shoot me.'

The man began to sob.

'I'm sorry. I need to do it. I don't want to go to jail.'

Then a lump of pure anger surged in my throat.

'You're pathetic,' I spat.

'Wh-what?! Shut up! You don't know what I'm going through!'

'What you're going through?! Do you know what?' I half sobbed. 'I will be blind for the rest of my life. I'll never ever see colours, or my mum, or my best friends. I don't even know what I look like.'

'I'm sorry. But, I can't go to jail.'

I swallowed the lump, I was never going to be ready for it. Never going to be ready to die. I couldn't even look into the face of my murderer.