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The Bullets.

I try to run but he grabs my wrist. I knee him in the balls. His hand slips off my wrist. I run upstairs. And lock the door. I get out the semi automatic and pull out the allopoints. I slot a few into the layering part and push it back in. I click a button on the side. I hold it, pointing it down to the ground. I hear him banging at the door. And then I open it, holding the gun level with his head. I stare into his dead eyes. 

"Moriah, what are you doing? Put that down. Now." I ignore him. I slowly edge forward. I watch him as he tries to run. He freezes. He drops. I scream. I put the gun next to Corey, my hands covered in his blood. I open the door and run. I don't know where I'm going. It is 8:30. I just killed a man, my abuser. He's dead. And I will be with him soon in hell. I sit in the alleyway. I will probably get raped or killed, but what do I have to live for? I don't deserve Josh, I don't deserve anyone. I just killed someone because I thought he'd hurt me.

I get up, this is bullshit. I still have some hope. I am about to go until three masked men stand in my path. They take a look at me. Studying every feature of my body. Every part of my face. And then one of them goes towards me and tries to grab me by the hair. 

"HELP! HELP!" I yell and I see a little kid. Maybe around 12 walks over. He stands in front of the men. And looks at them one by one. 

"Leave her alone." He yells, dialling 911. The men listen in, as the boy tells them the situation. I look at the kid who I don't understand, risked his life for a murderer. Why? Would he have helped me if he knew I had just killed somebody? But I'm not just gonna flaunt that I had just killed someone. The men snatch his phone when he's done with the call and one of them kicks him. He drops to the floor in pain.

"STOP! YOU ARE HURTING HIM!" I yell but none of them are heard by the 6 guys. They repeatedly kick him. Then they stop. One of them lets go of my hair. The others stop kicking the innocent boy who saved my life. The cops are here. They put all of them into handcuffs. They look at me whilst being dragged away by the cops. 

"You fucking bitch, go suck my dick."

"Go get raped by Bill Cosby."

"Go to hell, slut."

None of these get to me. I have heard worse. I am going to hell. I am gonna suck Satan's dick because what do I have to live for? What do I have here on earth? I get on my knees to aid the little boy. I take his hand and help him up. He looks at me and smiles. I give him a big hug. 

I hand him a $100 bill I had in my pocket and he smiles at me. He runs down the street, jumping up and down. I run back to Josh's to see the cops. I turn in the other direction, but a cop runs in front of me. I try to get away but they are cuffing me. 

"Miss Moriah Periera, you are under arrest for the murder of Corey Mixter."