Thursday (sorry took me so long, I was thinking of ideas)
my pov
I was walking in the park and jumped over a fallen tree. I fell down and scraped my knee. I didn't cry because it didn't hurt me. I got up and saw that all down my arms were cuts and scrapes. I walked down to the lake and started to wash my arms.
I was running from him… as in "him" I mean Voltaire. He is after me. He tracked me down…
I don't know how, but I'm gonna die. He has a gun. I have nothing, but a dull knife that has been cutting into my arm. I have never dreamed of this. How could this happen? I have been asking myself. I stopped in front of a bunch of trees so close together I couldn't fit through, so I climbed. I climbed as high as I could b4 seeing Voltaire. He had 2 men following, holding kai's arms. Kai couldn't save me and I was high up. This had to be a dream.
From my spot, I saw that kai wanted to help, but he couldn't. I wanted to come down, my arms were starting to ache and I couldn't move. Voltaire had his gun out. "Come down slowly…" he said to me. I started to slowly climb down. He pointed the gun at my head.
He had the gun aimed at my head. I said "Go ahead. Shoot me, if u can." I said. He didn't even try to pull the trigger. I was happy, I am gonna live another day or two.
I had always imagined the good things in life. I never thought that I would be shot at my age now. I wanted to live. I needed to live. I replayed memories about me and my friends in my head, so I would die happy, die along with my memories.