I remember him
And what he held
The pistol in hand
He looked into my eyes
He saw me
The pure terror I felt
I kept walking
I didn't stop
Even though I was faster
He started to follow
My insides feeling hollow
I thought I was dead
He made a wrong turn
Losing track of me
I was still thinking
I still think
About it now
Even though it was in November
-Nico (me)
