This is barely the beginning of this story, but I need to make sure it's a good idea for a story before i continue. Aslo does this make sense?
Thoughts of things done earlier that week were running through my mind. Screams of hysteric children after hearing the guns shots, still rang in my ears. Pictures of grown men begging for mercy, flashed before me. My brother being dragged off was still fresh in my mind. Tears burned my eyes as I held them back. Now wasn’t the time to cry I had to pack and leave. I had to put it all behind me. Looking at my hands I wondered how they could do such horrible things. Mine were still innocent. I haven’t ever been able to pull the trigger on my gun. Grabbing my backpack I slung it on my back and headed to the kitchen to put some snacks in.
The doorbell rang as I put in some apples. Opening the door I found a police officer staring back at me. “Are you Lilly Vinturry?” The officer asked. “Yes,” I responded. “You’re under arrest for…” He wasn’t able to continue because as he said this and started to handcuff me, I twirled out of his grasp. Realizing I wasn’t going down without a fight he charged. Barely avoiding him I pulled my gun out and did the unthinkable. I fired. The bulled hit its mark and the officer fell. I could see the blood on his chest and felt faint, but I wasn’t giving up now. Without considering the consequences I ran. I didn’t look back or think of what I had done, I just ran.