Not much, something I cooked up being so bored. I stud there, holding Back the tears I was meant to shed. I wondered why I was all alone. Or why there was…red…sticky ink- no…not ink….something, but not ink, was everywhere. But not just on the floor. But on me too…my hands, my face, my cloths…..What…have I done? Where was my family? Where was my mother, so I could cry on her shoulder? …where? Shots were fired “ Bang, Bang!†I heard, with the whimpering of shredded tears. I felt something heavy and hard ram into my chest. I flew forward, my knees hitting the ground. The sticky ink was poring out fast. Like a waterfall, with no ends. I heard more shots fire. The heavy things ram into my left thigh. More of the sticky ink. My teeth grinded against each other. My heart raced. Was I going to die? Was this the end of me? “N-no!†I replied. The red ink flew out from my mouth as I spoke the works. “I’m n-not going t-to di-die here!†I screamed out. I lifted myself up from the sticky ground and jumped around to face my killer. I saw his eyes. Filled with tears, red too. Just like the sticky ink. “Blood…†I whispered. That is all over the room. All over my. All over the man. He lifted his weapon and another bang rang threw out the room. The last thing I heard, before I saw the blackness cover my eyes. I awoke outside, Inside of a hole. I rubbed my eyes and yawned. I thought I was dead, that last shot should have killed me. I crawled out from my small hole and saw a bright light hit my face. I threw my hands over my eyes instantly. “ The sun.†I said as I breathed in and out. I sat up, shocked I rubbed my hands over my chest and thigh. “The shot wounds! There gone!†I screamed at myself. Happiness filled up in me. I jumped up and began to dance with joy. I shut my eyes close and spun around.
