Yesterday, I experienced how it felt to be kidnapped, held at gun point...and to kill someone. In the evening, my family and I were at goodwill donating some old clothes and toys. While we were walking out, a man was looking at us; he seemed to be watching us. We were putting our empty boxes into the trunk of the car when the same man came up behind us and put a gun to my father's head demanding we all get into the car; we listened. My mother and I were in the backseat and my father was in the passenger seat. The man got in and turned around to face me and my mom, he pointed the gun right at me. "Listen" he said "You're going to take me to your house; I'm going to raid it, take everything of value, and take your car. If you're lucky, I'll kill you quickly, if you give my trouble, I will make sure you all suffer." No one spoke. "I'll take that as a 'we understand'" he said chuckling to himself before turning towards my dad. "You daddy bear" he said waving the gun in his direction. "Where am I driving to?" My dad opened his mouth to speak before I cut in. "Why are you doing this mister?" I asked holding back tears. My mom looked at me, her eyes cutting daggers for me to just be quiet. The man turned to me and laughed a spine chilling laugh. "Well sweetie, it actually all goes back to you. If you weren't wearing those beautiful, expensive jeans, I never would've known to pick your family. I never even would've thought about it." I looked down at my pants; they were the most expensive jeans you could buy. I had gotten them for Christmas. Still looking at them, I got an idea. "Sir?" I said again. My mother looking at me again with sad and upset eyes. "WHAT?!" he screamed. I shuttered before saying "I'm sorry sir, but you say you took us because of my jeans?" He looked at me irritably. "That's what I said!" "Well" I started before he cut me off. "DO YOU EVER SHUT THE HELL UP?" "ImSorrySir!" I said quickly. "May I say one more thing?" "One more thing you little brat, anything after it and you and your family are dead, right here right now." "ThesePantsArn'tEvenMine!" I said as fast as I could. He slammed the breaks and turned around. "What?!" he screamed. I didn't say anything. "Speak!" he said slapping me across the face. I held back the tears. "These were my only Christmas present, and I just got them from goodwill." I lied. "What? WHAT?!" he banged on the steering wheel. After a minute he said "Well, if you're as poor as me, I might as well kill you now and take your car." He pointed the gun toward my mom and cocked it. "Pity I have to kill you" he said "Your real pretty" I saw his finger move for the trigger and without thinking I quickly grabbed his arm and bit down as hard as I could. The gun fired into the seat. No one was hurt...yet. Terrified, my mom and dad screamed for me to let go, but I just bit harder, I started to taste blood. Finally he dropped the gun and I grabbed it. I am only 10. I have never held a real gun, let alone shoot one. The only thing that came close to it was a video game I had played over my friend's house. That one game taught me that I had to cock the gun, which I did and then to shoot. I closed my eyes and pulled the trigger. I didn't open my eyes until I heard my mom start crying. The man was fallen over the steering wheel...dead. I had shot him in the neck. My mom and dad hugged and kissed me before calling the police. They told me I was a smart, brave little girl. I shook my head. "I could've gotten my whole family killed. I'm just lucky he was disoriented from the bite wound. The officer shook his head. "You saved your family!" I still didn't think so but I didn't disagree. I walked over to my parents and hugged them, lucky to be alive.
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This whole story came to me in a dream o.O
