the prison gaurds daughter

chapter 9

So that's my story. I'm seventeen now and I still can't drive. Benny is probably looking down on me and laughing at my lack of a licence. They still haven't found the man who killed him but I now know that it was indeed the same man who killed so many of my dads co-workers. Now I'm sitting in my room, home alone, bored out of my mind and trying to figure out what to write in my diary. Don't get me wrong I am not in any way shape or form the kind of girl who writes in a diary willingly. My therapist thought it would help me to write down what I was feeling. What I'm still feeling. My only hope is that someday that man will be caught and sentanced to death by lethal injection. I closed the book and set down my pen. There was no use. I had never really been much if a writer, much less a touchy-feely-put-everything-I-feel-on-paper type of person. Like ever. I heard a knock on my door. You don't know my family but if you did, you would know that there is no knocking. You either barge in unannounced or you don't come in at all. If there is ever a knock on any dior in the Clarkson house? You had better start running. I grabbed the large buck knife I had stashed under my pillow, in case the man ever came back, and crept towards the door after opening my window as an escape route. I opened it just a hair when a gunshot rang out. I screamed as white hot pain tore through my left arm. I saw a shadow of a man coming towards me as I sprinted to my open window and leaped out of it. I tumbled onto the soft grass and took off running. Befor I got very far though thete was another shot and my ankle was hit. I fell to the ground. I can't run, I probably can't fight, all I can do die. But trust me when I say that I will go down fighting. If I can't take him down with me then I can sure as hell make sure he has some new scars to flaunt. My fingers tightened around the handle of my knife as I moved it behind my bakc so I would at least have the element of surprise.

"Now you can join your little buddy up in heavan brat. Or not. I don't know what kind of person he was." He laughed and raised his gun. Just one more second. Just come forward a little bit more.... I exploded forward in a sudden burst of energy and plunged the knife into his ribcage.

"That was for Benny you son of a..." I was cut off by the flash of a bullet and the sickening sound of that same bullet peircing flesh. My stomach to be exact.

"Fine..." He forced out through gritted teeth. His dying words barely having time to roll off his tongue. "But you... your coming to."

I was in so much pain I couldn't even breath. But why did I need to anymore? I dont know the exact survival rate of people who are shot in the stomach but it can't be very high. Not to mention someone would have to find me first, Then get me to the hospital in time, no. I'm dead and I accept that. I had two final thoughts. The first was that now at least I can see Benny again. The second was wow when did I get this sappy? And then it all faded to black like at the end of a movie.