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.
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