July 4, 2015/Baton Rouge, Louisiana
“Please don't do it! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!” the girl cried.
“Oh really, now?” I calmly stated.
“Yes, I am so sorry! Please don't kill me!”
I looked into the girl's eyes and saw only fear and misery. Then glanced down at the girl in disgust. Perfect. Whiny little bitch probably never imagined the day would come when she’d be on her knees, begging for her pathetic life. This girl used to hold her head up high, played guys and then threw them away like trash. She cared for absolutely no one but herself. Her whimpers meant nothing. After what she’d done, how could she expect mercy? The girl's whimpers brought me back to the present.
“I'm sorry, okay, I didn't mean to hurt him!” her tears fell onto the ground. She tried to get up but slipped again on the hard concrete.
I cocked the pistol, aiming it with perfection on the girl's face. “Get up!”
The girl got up. She shook all over. A violent tremor went through her. She glanced around at the fireworks in the distance. She yearned to scream for help. She knew what would happen if she did.
It happened anyway. "Sorry, Liz," I said as I fired.
I looked at the crumpled body of my sister. Sixteen years I'd put up with her bullying me, moving my things, teasing me and my friends. I could deal with that. But she'd busted my lego Darth Vader, and there's no coming back from that.
Opening: Chaunalea Tricia.....Continuation: Khazar-khum