"Everything had happened so swiftly, so quick and so unknowingly. I was in pain, a pain I had felt before, a familiar one, but this time, I felt numb. My entire lower body, completely taken over by the feeling, unable to recognize any type of pain.
I had seen my blood on multiple occasions(more than the average 17-year old, I'd say), but why did it make me sick this time, watching my blood drip a shade of deep, crimson red from my abdomen? My entire body was shaking from the highest piece of hair on my head, down to the lowest point of my toes.
I felt scared. I felt so scared. Scared of the possibilities, scared of the man, scared of myself."
I held onto my gun until all the blood in my hand had gone back into my arm. My knuckles were as white as snow, and I watched as the person whom I used to hate was getting brutally beaten to death and I couldn't do anything about it because that was the plan. It's funny how feelings change over time.
I tried to stay calm, I had to for the sake of all those poor girls, but they let out a blood-curdling scream and that was my last straw. I wasn't going to let anything happen to the person I had slowly fallen in love with...
I can't... cause if I do, I'm no better than my mother.