She was frightened, tears fell from her wrinkled eyes. Her bones trembled like they were about to break.
She looked, not at me, but she looked at someone behind me. I didn't looked back. I just stood there - in the field of grass just as the sun was about to sink from the sky - terrified like she was.
"Please," She said, begging. "Don't you do this."
And then she was hysterical. She screamed and ran like her life depended on it because it did. I didn't follow her nor the man who followed her.
But at last, I had found the courage to follow them. I ran to the direction where the man and the woman went.
I ran, inhaled and exhaled through the field of grass. Sweat beaded on the surface of my forehead. The moonlight being my only light guided me to the man and woman.
Except for the woman wasn't just a stranger, the woman was my mother. And before I could do anything, a gun fired. And she dropped dead to the ground with a red hole on her forehead. Headshot.
