I can't believe this is going on. They have guns. They have guns pointing at us. Her father is calmly talking to them, while me and her stand still, holding hands. I don't want to look at her, I'm afraid she will ask for help and I can't do anything. But, what if she needs me to look at her? To make her feel better. I turn slowly to her and she does the same. She looks calm and smiles at me. Letting me know everything is going to be okay. I don't know why, but I feel good now.
The men continue to argue. Her father looks calm but the men look desperate. This isn't right. Why is her father calm? Why is she and her mother so relaxed? This isn't right, how can they act so normal? I don't feel safe, but they seem confident.
Bam!
What was that? He shot him. He is on the floor dead. How could this have happened? I look at her. She smiles, that pretty confident smile she gets when she knows she is right. She smiles and places her index finger to her lips and says, "Quiet, father doesn't like it when we talk out of place."
What the fuck did I get myself into?!
The men continue to argue. Her father looks calm but the men look desperate. This isn't right. Why is her father calm? Why is she and her mother so relaxed? This isn't right, how can they act so normal? I don't feel safe, but they seem confident.
Bam!
What was that? He shot him. He is on the floor dead. How could this have happened? I look at her. She smiles, that pretty confident smile she gets when she knows she is right. She smiles and places her index finger to her lips and says, "Quiet, father doesn't like it when we talk out of place."
What the fuck did I get myself into?!
