hijack
Cold Steel pressed hard against soft flesh Eyes filled with murderous intent and hate Hate so strong I can feel his evil. Hissed words through harsh lips Hands searching Wallet gone Cell phone gone Anger Hate Blinding fury Under that solitary light he puts a gun to my head and smiles. Finger on the trigger always on that trigger Stay calm, focus, survive but my life is in his hands Don't panic, breathe. Breathe. Movement across the road, gun gets cocked WHAT? Gun cocked? Was it unloaded before? Does he have bullets? is it loaded now? breathe Step Back Focus Stay alive. finger on the trigger The welcome roar of my cars engine breaks our moment There is noise, shouts, Revving engines. He steps back and stares murder. We share the same emotions Hate Anger Fury Death. His gun comes up Cold calculating eyes time stops. The gun goes down again. With Screeching rubber it's over. They're gone I saw death that night, We stared each other in the eye. And I survived.
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