My heart hurts and my legs are burning. I have to keep running. He's after me. My throat is on fire. I need to stop. Just for a moment. Just to catch my breath. " Why hello there little girl." I'm not a little girl, I wanted to yell, I'm 9. I couldn't though. I could barely breath. I was scared too. He's going to kill me. " I'm sorry, I don't like hurting children." I felt the knife at my throat. I squeezed my eyes shut. "I'm not a child!" I will not die a child! I am a grown up, and I will die a grown up! I heard him sigh, then myy ears were ringing the boom was so loud. It didn't hurt like I though it would. Maybe in a couple years I'd be able to see my daddy. " I'm sorry little girl." He paused for a second. " I mean, women." He chuckled then walked away and left me to die in peace surounded by a sea of green lushes grass.
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The Little Girl
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