The sorrowful woman stood in front of a camera telling her story, a story that's been told before. A person barged in unexpectedly, a gun in hand and ready to kill. Fear was still glassing over her eyes, the sadness never faltering. She explained the feeling of knowing how a piece of cold, hard metal could take your life. Her voice never went above a whisper, fear was still coursing through her veins. The image that ran in front of me on the TV, it could be me one day. That's when the same fear started surging through me.
This is heavily inspired by the recent mass shootings that have all taken place in the United States. No matter where you go now, it seems you are never safe. I reflected that in this piece of writing.