She stands by the pier, talking to the person next to her.
I stand from a distance; I've learned my lesson not to get too close. I aim my gun, not to hit her, but to scare her enough so she'll fall into the water. I fire. The bullet scrapes her skin just barely at the top of her shoulder and keeps going. I hide so she doesn't see me. Anna barely saw the bullet, no time to catch it, no time to stop it from hitting her; just the way I wanted.
She knows it's me but doesn't know where I am. And as she turns I circles, searching, I shoot at her back. The bullet hits her in the shoulder blade. She falls to the ground. She rolls around but not enough to fall off. I know she can't do a thing now.
I walk up to her. 'Look who's on the ground now. Yeah, it's not me, is it? What's your boyfriend gonna say at your funeral? "She was a witch and I hated her?"'
Anna struggled for breath. 'In…your…dreams.'
'Yeah, actually, that is in my dreams; how did you know?'
Suddenly, as I point my gun at Anna, a shot is heard. A bullet pierces the side of Anna's head. It wasn't me.