Bang

My hands are numb against the cold, hard ground. I breathe in the cold air, trying to catch my breath. Behind me, I hear footsteps. They're coming. I have to run. 

I pull myself out of the snow, my hands are still cold and numb as I swrp them into my non-winter jacket, jumping over the rock I tripped on before taking off again. I run and tun as fast as I can out of there, trying to stay as far away from that person following me. But it was too muhc. 

They catch up to m. I can hear their breathing as I try to push more energy into my legs, praying for them to run faster. But they have given up. I fall into the snow, my hands suddenly leaping from their pockets and catching me as I fall face first into white powder. 

I hear the person stop. They are near me, so close that I can hear them pull something out of their coat. I really want to scream at them to leave me alone. But they won't. 

They circle aorund me. I try to stay as still as possible, just maybe so they would think I am already dead. But then I hear it. A gun click. 

"You are one bad little girl," A man whispers on top of me. I want to cry. I want to scream for help. It wasn't like anyone would hear me in the middle of this forest though. Only him. 

"Please, leave me alone. I have nothing," I cry to him, hoping he will walk away. 

Instead of laughs. "I dont't hink so." 

I look up at him, the tears finally showing from underneaath my skin. He doesn't look scared. He just looks mad. Mad at me. Mad at everyone. His gun glints in his hand, as though it was made to sit there. 

"Please. I whisper. 

I slowly set my head down, and wait. I know this was where it would be the end for me. I can say my life goodby. 

There is only one gunsho-