It is one minute before twelve and everything is in a deep, disturbed silence. Thirty seconds have passed from when it first struck a minute before twelve. Beads of sweat are collecting on my face as I sit in my room, on my bed.
All of a sudden I look out of my window and something flashes by my window I get off the bed and hide behind the side. I poke my head up for a small moment to see a man with black cloth covering his mouth and a gun pointed at me.
I try to run out of the room but before I can I hear a gun shot and the next thing I know, I am on the floor. I can feel the horrible pain in my lower back trying to pull me into the hole of death.
As I am fading away I try to think that I would wish to say, “ If this awful treachery ever happens again, remember to never show fear. I showed fear myself and as you now know, I have died.”
The End
