alongside him. As our gaze meets, I notice his eyes again, deadly and cold as ice, holding no remorse. Did he not feel guilty about stabbing a child? How was revenge worth an innocent life? If he wanted me, then he should have just came for me. My blood begins to boil as I realise my anger was wrongfully directed to the perpetrator when the real culprit was my incompetence as an older sister. The only way to make things right was to trade an eye for an eye. I use every ounce of my remaining strength and courage to push myself off the corner and climb up to my feet. Ignoring the blinding pain that sears through my body, I desperately limp to the metal doors. With shaking hands, I erratically start pressing the elevator buttons, praying that I could hopefully get away or that something might happen to slow him down, anything that would possibly let me slip away to go save my sister. But my own chances of survival were quickly growing to be extinct as he approached me. Before I could make a move to get away, he stands towering in front of me, and with one swift movement, he
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- Summer '17
- Eye color, hallucinations