Richard has caught me. I tried to run but was too slow. I tried to fight back but I wasn’t strong enough. I pled with him but he would not listen. Here I lie with Richard hovering over me. His finger rests on the trigger. The gun barrel is staring me in the face. Every memory I ever knew flashes through my mind. Every person I ever loved will never see me again. This is it. I’m going to die! I close my eyes and pray for a miracle. My fear is that a miracle may be too late.
by Aubrey Becker