I run my hands through my hair. "I'll do it!" I scream. "Oh, come on, do you even know how to use that thing." he says warily and steps forward. "I’ll figure it out! You killed my mother, stay away from me!" I yelp. I get the gun and try to get it ready. I hear people screaming and yelling for me to stop behind me, but I didn't pay attention, the pain in my heart echoed loudly, and tears were streaming down my face. "Don't do it! I thought you cared about him!" A girls voice says. That hit me, hard. I crumple to the ground, and pull my knees up to my chest. Someone grabbed my shoulders and tryes to pull me up. "No!" I scream, and throw the gun to the ground. I back away from every one slowly, I can't still care after what he did.
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