As I ran. I tried not to look back. My life is over, I thought, All I had was 50 bucks, a Blade, and a Train ticket. A 13 years-old-girl running from the Law. Ever since I can remember I have lived on the Wrong side of New York, New York. The fuzz always try to arrest me because I try to break the Law. But I think I went to Far this time.
Flashback
"Emily, Come on. I am scared, We been in these drug store for 2 hours. What do you need." My little sister said.
"Well Jesse I ain't scared. So if you want leave go ahead. But I need money and a blade so bite me." Soon the clerk went to the lunch. They always lock up the store when the go to lunch. Me and Jesse had to hide in the tires. Thank goodness she is so small. I am pretty small for my age but I have a pretty good build for a 13-year old girl. When they turned off the lights and locked the door my and Jesse got out. I walked to the counter and upended up the register. Sweet 50 bucks. I took all of it then I went to look for a switchblade. I found one I could use it was a fancy butterfly Switch. I was lost in its' beauty.
"Emily Come on You got what you wanted NOW LETS GO!!" AS we went to the door I started to pick the lock when I heard a scream I turned around to find this guy holding a Gun to Jesse's head.
"GIVE ME ALL OF YOUR MONEY NOW or SHE IS DEAD MEAT." the robber yelled Great Why me?.
"Hey Man look I ain't got any money so please put her down." He still had her, I took a step closer and pulled out a loaded heater, I always carry one with me just in cause this happened. I cocked it once and held in with both hands. It was a .22 pistol it doesn't have a bad kick but still better be prepared. I shot once and he went down but came back up. I shot again this time he stayed down for a second the came back again. I shot one more time but I hadn't realized that her was using Jesse as a shield. This time I knew he was died and So was Jesse.
end of flashback
As I got on the train I remember that mom and Dad died in a train acciedent, Well at least know I can take care of myself. I gave the guy the train ticket and went to the restroom to wash up. I looked in the mirror and thought Wow this is how people see me. My blonde hair was plastered to my sweaty face, my blue eyes that were once filled with love, care, and laughs. Are now cold deadly, and filled with hate and death. My face is now old and droll.
I splashed some cold water on my face and finally decide to get some sleep. As I got back to my sit I realized that I was jumpy as ever, afraid now, and I had no clue was in the seven hells I was going. SHIT I still had the fuckin' God (sorry God don't mean it) Damn Gun. I opened up my window and chucked it. "Good reddens." I said out loud. I am now on my fuckin' own.