Trouble

Why aren't I scared. Why aren't I crying? Why aren't I sweating? Why aren't I begging for my life? I stand here looking down the barrel of his gun. I take a glance around me. First, I see Emily. Eyes stained red, and puffy. Next to her I see Kaylee, who's big brown eyes are glazed with tears but she's trying to be brave. I scan over to Amanda now. She is clinging into James. They both have pain written across their faces. Jade has lost so much. I can tell she's thinking about the past and now what will happen to me. Last, I see Emmette. He looks mad, and afraid. He doesn't look sad for me. He's thinking something through.
"You ready sweet cheeks?" I remembered.
"You're going to let them go?" I confirmed. He just laughed.
"You're going to let them go." I said firmly.
"I won't hurt them." He said smugly and satisfied. Why aren't I scared? Maybe my instinct to not react kicked in. I glance at my friends one last time.
"I'm ready." My voice cracked and a tear fell. There it is.