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They shot the white girl first

         They shoot the white girl first. Leaving me and my friend terrified for our lives. Being brought here against our will was one thing. But they didn't have to shoot that girl like that. What did we do to get into this mess? Why did they shoot her first? I will never be sure to this day.

   It happened about 16 years ago. Yet it still feels like only a few months have passed. My friend Angila, along with her childhood friend Stacy, and I were all minding our own business doing nothing out of the ordinary.

   Angila was her nickname. No one remembers what her real name is since no one ever calls her by it. Not even her own mother. She has dark skin with hazel eyes that stand out compared to the rest of her body. Her phasic was flexible, she was very attractive among men. Every week or so she would have a new boyfriend. But usually she would only sleep with them and leave within the next week. Not giving the two of them time to become connected to each other. Despite all this Angila was a great friend to have. She is sweet, caring, and strong. Going so far once as to break a man's arm for sexual harassment against her best friend Stacy.

   Now compared to Angila, Stacy wasn't all that attractive to most guys. The only men that had interest in her were the type of men that loved innocence. And would give anything to break the mind of a young virgin girl. Stacy was shorter than Angila only growing to a height of five foot two, while me and Angila reached five foot eight or eleven. Unlike the two of us though, she had the palest skin, white as snow. She never grew her hair down any farther than her neck. With an inability to make friends easily the only two she ever had were Angila and I.

   I never knew too much about the two of them. I've only met them a year or two before the incident happened. They would tell stories about how they did so many different things together. How once their lives were on the line and Stacy somehow managed to save the two of them from death.

   Not to mention that unlike the two of us Stacy's never actually had sex or harmed anyone to badly before in her life. She was pure and when she decided to talk, she would talk her heart out! Filling the room with inspirational quotes and phrases that I still remember to this day.

   She really was the best out of all of us.

   Now everything all started when Angila, Stacy and I were taking a nice evening stroll after a long day. The sun was setting over the quiet streets and allies. The roads were still and the wind felt stiff. I suppose in hindsight this was a red flag that something bad was gonna happen to the three of us.

   Stacy was falling behind us as she usually did when we were on walks. Angila and I checked back on her ever so often when we couldn't hear her voice. Angila tried to stay close to her but Stacy would sometimes just try to stay back because she felt uncomfortable being in the front of anything.

   Anyway, we were talking amongst each other about how our days were and what things we did on that day. I don't remember what the conversations were exactly, so I can't quote them off the top of my head. As we talked to each other Angila heard something odd behind us. She tapped my shoulder and asked if I heard it too. I listened close and I did.

  Muffled screaming.

   We snapped our bodies back and found Stacy being restrained by a buff man with a mask covering his identity. He was holding her at gunpoint as he was dragging her to a van. Angila ran to help her and attempted to disarm the man but two of his accomplices came up behind us and knocked us both out as the third man knocked Stacy out harder than the rest of us.

    It felt like days past. And we found ourselves tied up to chairs. Our clothing ripped and our skin violated. Angila was beaten badly. Bleeding out her mouth but she was still alive and kicking. Stacy was yelling for help. Pleading for the men to stop hurting her friend.

   The men stopped soon and one of the men walked in with a shotgun. I gulped in fear, I could feel my entire body trembling. I remember my blood going cold and I thought that my friends and I were gonna die.

   The men threatened us to submit to them.. to be their little toys and submit to their fucking descusting ways of being things that I'm to afraid to say now. When we refused they decided to make an example of what would happen if we didn't obey.

   We all three resisted as the cruel men grabbed Stacy's chair and took aim at her. Stacy panicked and screamed so loud that I think local police heard. Stacy looked at the two of us with tears in her eyes. I still remember Angila cries.. the way she tries to make them stop. Trying to escape with no avail. Stacy looked us both in the eyes. I'll never forget the look she gave us...

    The men looked at Stacy as she was crying. I guess a since of pity washed over their souls. The man with the shot gun took out a pistol instead. They shoot Stacy in the back. Right in her shoulder blade. She left out a loud scream in pain. Her screamed echoed through the entirety of where we were and by some kind of miracle, the police came in and arrested the men on the spot.

   Yet I still remember the fear in their eyes...

(I'll go ahead and turn in but dang I kinda wan keep going with this.)