It's heavy, it's cold, and it's uncomfortable. I feel guilty holding it, and I feel like a murderer. I'm holding a gun, and I just got out of school. Breathing heavy, I undid the safety feature with my thumb. The room shook with fright.
"F-f-freeze!" I squieled. My entire body shook. I'm glad my mom's not watching.
No! Don't think about her right now! You've gotta do this without looking like a baby. I swallowed a lump in my throat.
The men around me turned around. I seemed to shrink. One of them stepped closer, causing me to jump. I pointed towards him. He froze.
"Watch it kid, just put down the gun, and we won't hurt you." he said. I wanted to say, "Not gunna happen!" or, "You not in the situation to be making deals." but something held me back. I felt a trickle of sweat run down my ear. It went in, causing me to feel awkward.
He stepped closer. I threatened him by inching the gun closer to him. He stopped in his tracks. Then a woman shrieked, we all jumped. In all the confusion, the man jumped on me and tried to strip the gun out of my hands, but i held firm. Panicked, I pulled the trigger.