no name girlxgirl (COMPLETED)

choose wisely

Trying my hands at an action scene. Just hope it works! Enjoy.

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"Choose wisely," he threatened me again.

I look down at my hand and gulp in fear at what I am forced to hold. Right in front of me is a helpless bully, who cowers for her dear life. Her hair is all messed up. Her cheeks bruised. Her hands shaking. And here she is, crawling to my feet and pleading. Begging for her life. They want me to take her life. They want me to do what she did to me; only worse. They want me to avenge myself. Without hesitation, I gently put the heavy metal on the floor, fearing I might accidentally kill someone with it. Realising what I had done, Mandy hugs my leg and cries. I lower down myself and hold her eventhough I fear for both of our lives. I fear what will happen next.

"I told you Jo, she couldn't do it! She's a coward!" the female hissed.

I hear she marches right at us and I hold on to Mandy tighter as if our lives depend on my hold on her. The gun is being picked up and I can feel the cold thing being pointed to my head. If this is how my life ends, then I wouldn't mind. I'd die doing the right thing. At least I know I'm not a killer even if they tried to force me to do it.

"No, no. She's just needs some help. Maybe walking down the memory lane will help her," the guy, Jo, I presumed, said.

Forcefully, the girl grabs my shoulder too rough for my liking and separates me from Mandy. Another person who's got his face covered with a mask yanks Mandy away by her hair. She cries in pain and begs them to stop. Don't hurt her. Please. God, don't let them kill her.

"If you don't kill her, I will," she whispered into my ear.

"If you had wanted us all dead, we'd already be dead by now," I challenged her.

And I realise it was the stupidest thing to do.

"Mark, bring that asshole here!" she ordered the mask guy.

He leaves Mandy there on the floor unattended while he goes to the janitor's room. The hallway then echoes with loud screams and noises. Mark apparently has a hard time bringing someone out of the janitor's room. When I see him at the door, I could only see parts of another victim being dragged out by the collar of his shirt. Mark seems strong and yet this sight in front of me happens in a slow motion. After a few seconds, Mark pushes a tied and blooded boy by kicking him at the back. He groans in pain but it's barely audible since his mouth is sealed with a tape.

"Now, what about him? Would he make you brave enough to kill?" she asked me.

His head is down from the uncomfortable position they tied him up with so I can't see who it is. But the way she said him makes me wonder if this boy has a significant impact in my life to the point that I would want to take his life. Then, it finally dawns on me. The girl walks up to him and pulls up his face to meet my eyes by yanking his hair. It's no mistake. That's Michael. The Michael. I thought I was already scared enough but apparently not. Now that I know that Michael is here it means that his jerk friends are here too. Which could only mean more danger.

"Tell everyone what he did to you," she said.

I look into her eyes in fear. They say the eyes are the window to our souls. They're right. She and I same the same burning anger in our eyes. And fear.

"He asked his friends to beat you up, didn't he?!" she yelled asking.

Images flash through my mind and I can't stop it. I can't stop from remembering the horrible past. I close my ears as I start to hear their voices in my head.