«You have to choose, Charlie.»
Those words, uttered with a cold and dark tone, are repeated in the mind of Charlotte Donovan as an uninterrupted mantra.
She fell into a catatonic state, staring in front of her and the time available that remains is almost expired.
I really have to choose who should live and who should die?
The pupils are dilated, and the light brown which is characteristic of her eyes took on a darker color.
It always happens when she is afraid, and no matter how much she can try it, she can not help it.
Her gaze falls on the two figures in front of her.
They are terrified, even a blind person would notice.
A drop of sweat furrows her brow and the tapering fingers of both hands - that wielding the gun with a firm grip - are beginning to have an uncontrolled trembling.
It's just a nightmare. It's just a nightmare.
She shakes her head in denial, disbelief of what is happening.
«I can't.»
She says with a small voice, throwing the weapon at her feet.
Then a shotgun rings out in the air.
The lifeless body of the nineteen years old girl lies on the floor with a thud, helpless.
After that, dark.
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Cincinnati Girl.
Teen FictionLiving in dangerous and disreputable neighborhoods has never been easy. For anyone. Charlotte Donovan was one of them. She came from Cincinnati and she lived in one of the worst suburb of the town, Over-The-Rhine, where aggravated assaults and robbe...
