Accident

Im standing outside my house, on the road. I just stand and watch - unable to move from the spot - as my friends, family, people I love, get stuffed into crates like wild animals. A tall man with a short beard and evil eyes is kidnapping them all. He locks them up and puts the crates in his truck. Soon he's gonna drive away with everyone and leave me here to know I didn't do anything to save them. I can see the looks on my friends faces, their eyes wide with fear as they call out to me for help. They stare at me as the man pushes them into small metal cages, my friends voices fill my head as they cry out my name.

I have to do something to help. Stop the man before he takes all of them away. Because if he leaves, I know in my heart he will kill them all.

I stuggle against the things holding my feet to the ground. I scream at the man to stop and let them go. Let them go! Let them go! I yell over and over again. Suddenly I think of a way i might be able to stop the man. But it's in the house and I cant move.

Then im free, my bindings gone, but instead of standing in the road, i find myself in my house. Looking for the gun i know by heart is under the jacket hanging on the wall. I run and pull the heavy black weapon from its sheath. I look at the gun for a second, then without a nother thought i begin to run back outside to my defensless friends and family. I have to save them before it's too late. I'm almost to the door when the man is suddenly right in front of me. I look up into his evil eyes as a dark smile spreads across his face. He reaches for the gun I find im holding out in front of me. Like im ready to shoot. I pull the gun out of his reach and struggle with him for a few seconds. He knocks me to the floor, trying to pin down my arms. With my feet I kick him in the gut and he crumples over onto his side.

Then he's gone, I stand and see him through the window; continuing to capture my friends and stuff them in cages. There aren't many people left and I know that soon, the man will drive away to kill them all. With the gun still in my hand, i run out the door and down the stone steps.

I come to a stop five feet from where the man is standing. He has his arms around my best friend, trying to make her go into the barred cage on the ground. I use both hands to raise the heavy black gun and point it at his chest.

"Let her go." I say, my voice some how calm but I can hear the threat it holds.

He lets her go and she runs off to the side. "Let them all go." i say with the same tone of voice. the man just stands there for a second, staring at me. Then he steps towards me, coming right up to the gun, until its pressed againts his chest.

"You wont shoot me," He says, that same smile printed on his face. And the truth is, i know i wont shoot him. I can't. "Let them go," this time my voice comes out a little shaky. My hands start to tremble, I can't do this i think, I can't save them.

I'm about to pull away, drop the gun. But the mans face changes. His expression all of a sudden holding one of supprise. Supprise and pain. He looks down at his chest, and as i follow his gaze I begin to see the red thats spreading from his chest. Straight from the point where the gun touches. The man looks back up at me, his mouth in the shape of and o. In my head i hear the sound of his voice. "You shot me." The words only sound in my head, for his lips make no movement. "But I never pulled the trigger," I think back frantically. "I'm sorry, I did't mean it!" I killed him. I killed him.

I stagger back a step as the man falls to his knees; blood pouring from the gun shot wound in his chest. "I'm sorry." I whisper. His eyes trap mine. I can feel his pain, his astonishment. This wasn't supposed to happen. He was just supposed to let them go. I had to save my friends.

I stumble back again as the man falls to the ground, dead. I can tell by the way his eyes stare blankly past me, into nothingness. "im sorry"  i say again as darkness slowely creeps into the edges of my vision. I look up at all my friends, my family, loved ones. They stand around me. Looking at me with eyes that hold hatred. "How could you?" they silently say in my mind. "I didn't mean to! It was an accident!" My heart fills with dread at what i have done. "Please," i whisper to them all. There eyes stab me with looks of betrayal.

Blackness begins to cover my vision and i feel myself being pulled out. I welcome the darkness, wanting to get away from the looks of hate and the man laying on the ground feet away. I find myself whispering one more time the words that keep coming from my lips before the darkness drags me under.

"I'm sorry."