Hello! I'm Drew, an average socially awkward, bibliophilic, and antisocial teen that loves to write... so..... yeah :)
Written By: Drew
March 30, 2015
My breathing staggers as blood pours out of my wound. Another bullet enters my stomach, enhancing my excruciating pain. The gun recoils, smoke rising from the barrell. A single tear streams down my cheek. My face is pale and sweaty. More tears fill my eyes. He loads the gun. He aims it. He smirks. Fires.