I fell on my hands and knees. I can feel the blood rushing out of my side, I've been shot. I can't stop shaking, my hands are cold and numb. There goes another bullit, did it hit me? I can't tell. "Hello, is anyone there?" Yelled a little boy about 8 years old behind a rusty tractor. His whole family were all hiding. Do they understand what is happening? Probably not. I have been beaten, and starved for the past four days, while being captured by 8 men. For about 20 minutes I have been free, I ran into this corn field with rusty tractors and I thought they wouldn't find me.. I was wrong. I hear foot steps following behind me, I am terrified, I need help.. Is that, oh no.. The little boy just took two bullits should I go back, I can't. Bloods falling from my hands and knees I was shot from a distance. I am loosing oxogine, I can her my heart beatig in the back of my head. It's getting louder. What If this is it, my life, done. What do these men want from me. My drunken parents, what would they think. There oldest child gone. They probably won't care...
I'm Stacy Rogers and this is how I died.
