I never meant to make this such a mess. I didn't think that it would go this far- standing here, watching a gun being held up to my mother and my best friend. The gang members- or at least, that's what I assumed they were, had told me that I had to choose. Me or them. My best friend, Brandon, and I had been friends since kindergarten. I want to save his and my mother's life- but I knew they would never forgive me. It goes the same way. How could I, a 17 year old girl, survive on my own without my mother or my best friend? Who appeared to be the leader of the gang stepped forward and told me I had 15 seconds to choose. 15 seconds to decide- would I take my own life to save the others I care about or kill them instead of me. 12. 11. My palms were sweating and tears were streaming down my face. 10. I just want to go home. 9. 8. Go home and sit in bed and not have to worry about any of this. 7. 6. 5. I should've never done that. This was all my fault. It's all my fault that I'm choosing between myself or the ones I love. 4. My mind was racing. I could only think about one thing- these were the people I loved and I couldn't let them die. 3. 2. Without thinking, I jumped in front of the guns aimed at my mother and Brandon's heads. 1. The gang leader snickered. 0.
Hahaha okay this was kinda fun I actually haven't written from a prompt in a while but I hope this helps!! If you don't like it feel free to edit anything I kinda just threw this together. :)
