Courage

Elizabeth

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

I awake to my phone ringing. I decline the call and start to lie back down before remembering the situation I'm in. I try to listen outside. It's silent. Did they leave? Did they hear my phone ring? I grab my phone, hold it in my hand and crawl to the door. I peep through the crack in the door again. But I just see black. What?

Next thing I know the door swings back into my face. It was the leg of one of the gang members I saw. I can feel blood dripping from my nose down my face. The gang member grabs my upper arm and drags me along the floor. My other hand is holding my nose, trying to stop the blood. He lifts my arm up and grabs my phone from my hand. He throws it to the ground and I watch it shatter into a hundred pieces. One of the gang members turn to face the back, lowering the gun. One of the others slap him to force him to turn back around. He did turn, but was continuously fidgeting.

I'm lying on the floor. Gun to my head. This is it. This is the end. I'm going to die. Well at least that's what I though. I look up to see the young boy from earlier yelling and screaming. I go to make a move for him but the member pulls me back so I fall onto my back. He walks up to the little boy. He stands over him like a tower. The boy begins to tremble yet stands up. He is almost half the size of the man.

"Don't touch my favourite waitress!" he yells. It was quite a powerful effort for such a young boy. The anonymous member shrinks to his size, yet still very threatening.

"And what are you going to do about it?" He asks, so calm, yet still so horrifying. He shoves the boy, gently, but enough to make him fall back. Still, the boy did not give up.

"This!" the boy screeches whilst lifting his leg, and with all his strength kicks the member in the stomach. He shrivels back, the boy is proud, but it didn't last long. The member stands up cackling, once again a tower above the boy. He grabs his gun from his pocket and whips it out, pointing it at the boy. I turn away. I can't look.

There's nothing I can do... Before I realise I'm not being held. I jump up and quickly before he can pull the trigger, I kick the member in the back, forcing him to fall to his knees. I make a run for the boy giving him to his family.

"Everyone RUUUUUN!!!!" I Shriek at the top of my lungs. The crowd of hostages overpower the gang. It was like a herd of elephants. I watch, mesmerised, almost everyone is out.

I feel someone grab my arm. It's probably another hostage. Nope. It's the leader of the gang. Risen again from his crippling state. He pulls me back once again. Now. It's just me, a few dead bodies and the gang. This is my end. Members at every exit. This is my end.

If I had have called the cops no one else would've died. It's my fault. As I stare at the dead bodies in front of me a gun rises to my head.

"Any last words" Someone whispers into my ear. Tears run down my face like a waterfall. This is it. This is the moment I die. I close my eyes and prepare for the bullet to penetrate my skull and brain. For my life to flash before my eyes. To see the good and the bad once again.

"WAIT!" Someone yells. But who? Who else is alive in this room besides me and the gang? Before I could open my eyes another hand grabs my arm. I quickly open my eyes...

"Leo? What are you doing here? Quickly run!" Icry. I want him to be safe.c