Death

I felt the bullet go through my arm. I felt the pain… the bitter pain. MAKE IT STOP! AAAHHHH!!! I fell. I knew I was going to die. He would soon catch up to me. I saw his shadow over me. He put the .45 to my head.

“I could kill you right now,” he said, “But I don’t feel like killing you fast.”

He broke my good arm.

“AHHHH,” I yelled, “Son of a…”

“C ’mon. Swear. I just wanna here you say it.”

“NO! Not ever will I swear! It is a sin against God.”

He laughed.

“You haven’t changed a bit since I last saw you. Here you are, slowly bleeding to death and you still won’t swear because of your stupid religion.”

He broke my leg.

“Swear,” he said.

“No!”

He broke my other leg.

“AHH!”

“Swear!”

He broke my hand.

“AHHHH!”

“SWear!”

He broke my hand.

“AAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”

“SWEAR!!!”

“NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!”

I cried.

“Fine,” he said, “Don’t swear. Just remember, your religion caused your death.”

He fired. The pain… Oh, gosh… the pain… then at the age of 20, YOU DIED!