Its kill or be killed.

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       I look at her and i know that i can't kill her, or her mother. I may be a horrible person, but in not a monster. I walk backwards trying to leave. Then i think to myself if i don't shoot this little girl then they will and they will kill her. I turn around and raise the gun. Tears streaming down my face, i fire the gun. I shoot the little girl in the shoulder. Narrowly missing her chest. She falls, not making a single noise. I press the call button on my phone, while still in my pocket. I say quietly the name of the street while putting the gun in my pocket. " Go quickly" i whisper then hang up.

  I walk back to him and the group, they clap happily. They don't seem to have seen nor heard me make the call. I feel past sick from this night. They try to ask me how i feel, but i cannot find my voice. Like my voice went to sleep, who knows when it will wake. The tears no longer fall down, there's a point when you have a feeling so strong not even tears are willing to show their face.  

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