Gunfire and Butterflies

At the Park: Blake

   I walked along the roadside as James tugged on my arm.  So I sped up a little matching his happy pace.  Once we reached the park the first thing he wanted to do was go on the swing.  He couldn't reach it, so I picked him up and settled him into the swing.  "Sissy I want an under dog pwease."  He said as he waited patiently for me to push him.  I grabbed the chains and brought them up into the air and ran.  Going under him he flew in the air excitedly.

   He was on the swing for at least 20 minutes which I told him that maybe we should go do something else.  That's when I heard it... the gunshot then the screams.  More rang out as I grabbed my brother and raced up the playgrounds platform and down the slide in which no one could see us.  I struggled to get my phone out of my pocket, control a crying child, and not slide down the slide all the way.  I finally got my phone and James stopped crying.

   Calling the police first, but they were too busy to pay any attention, so I tried my mom.  It took four tries, yet she picked up by then.  I told her everything, but the sound of a man calling out in the park made me say goodbye.  I wrapped my hand over James' mouth and told him to be quiet.  The man cried out once more saying "Come out I know your here somewhere."  My heart sank as he said that.  He knew we were here.

   The man tapped the bottom of the platform with the tip of his gun.  Then it stopped.  All I could hear we're footsteps on the dirt covered ground.  My eyes grew wide as I heard him start to climb the slide we were in.  When we could see who was climbing the slide James screamed, yet it wasn't a panicky scream.  He said.  "That's the man sissy who was in my dream."  This scared me even more.

   I took my legs straightened them out put James on them and went down the slide.  I kicked the man right in the face and all three of us flew out of the exit hole.  He landed on his back with his gun at least five feet away from him.  James was crying of course, but right now I had to worry about the guy and the gun.  I raced over to the gun picked it up and pointed it at the man.  He grunted.  He laughed and what he said sent chills through my bones.  "Little Blake protecting herself with a gun that she has never used before."  Then he laughed again.

   I heard sirens in the distance and it relieved me.  He grabbed my hand and smiled.  He took the gun and waved it in my face.  "Sorry buttercup, there is this thing called I can't let you shoot me."  The gun in his hand swung at me and I was too late.  The gun made contact to the top of my head.  It made me fall onto the ground.  I blinked slowly as I watched him race off in a different direction of the flashing red and blue lights.

            Then the darkness came and no more light was given to me.