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Grade
8

     It was not until I had swallowed that I heard the footsteps.
    There I was, staring into an ocean of midnight, frozen in place, as if to melt into the colorless scene.
       I listened to the rain splatter onto the ground from the leaky ceiling, my eyes closed shut, longing to disappear.
       Drip.
       A gun barrel dug into the back of my head.
       Drip.
       I opened my eyes.
       Drip.
       A single tear silently rolled down my cheek.
       Click.
       I breathed.
       Drip.

 

       

State
MI
Zip Code
48103