Held At Gunpoint By Myself
By Kirsten Mcilroy, aged 12
I woke up, blood dripping down my face, my body left in excruciating pain and an ear-splitting sound in the background.
“Christopher, why did you kill all of those innocent people?” a female voice said.
I was reluctant to reply as I was technically innocent myself. Suddenly my cheek went red with pain as I was slapped.
“Why did you kill those people?” she said, more impatiently this time.
“I didn’t kill those people, well I had no choice. My brother held me at gunpoint and said if I didn’t do what he said he would splatter my brains all over his wall,” I said with a quivering voice.
“Who’s your brother, Christopher?” she replied, sounding unconvinced.
The rope ripped and I, well my brother, stood up with fury in my eyes.
“Is it me you would like to talk to, my name’s Steven,” he said with a creepy grin on his face whilst holding out his hand, waiting for her to shake it.
She shook his hand nervously and stepped back and whispered to herself, “He has multiple personality disorder.” Steven pulled out a gun and a knife, put the gun to Christopher’s head and said, “Shoot her.”
“Why did you kill them?” she said to Steven.
“That is a false accusation as Christopher told you he is the one who shot them and he told me he wants to gut you like a fish,” Steven answered with no fear.
“Everything you have just told me is a complete and utter lie. Now tell me the truth and we might both live, well all three of us,” she said weakly, with her gun up.
“Why would we die?” he said sternly.
“I have a bomb on me, you shoot me, you die with me. Now why did you do it?”
A gunshot. A scream.