She stands holding same the metal gun, with the black tracings, and has the glossy eyes, just as I had gotten many times before uncontrollably. But this time it is her, pointing the gun at me. I freeze, and remember the shot. “Oh Hannah, why would’ve you done such a thing to poor Emily?”
"What I saw reminded me of who he was. The threat in his eyes were like a gun. They said that he could go off at any second. That he would kill. Or hurt another terribly..."You know I'll never hurt you right?"" But can she believe him?
**MARS PLOTLINE FANFIC**