FicWad

Guns
Guns a weapons that usually kill
Guns are metal but yet, still,
There is more too guns than that,
Way more
Especially when a gun is pointed at you
You lock up with fear
A dark chill runs down your fragile spine
You want to yell for help
Or scream
But you can't
It's as if something is stopping you
But what?
Your fear
Your fear of being shot
Of even shot at
The scars it will leave you
The nightmare that will follow
You back away
But still don't run
You're afraid of running
But you can't just stand there
You eventually turn around and run
The shot is fired
And you suddenly fall asleep
But never wake up