Face It
The gun pointed between my brows sends a stillness through me as fear rages within. The eyes of the gunman seem to glow above his bandana-covered mouth as he palms a pocketknife in his free hand. Cruelty flickers like a fire in them as he repositions his fingers around the butt of the gun.He says something, my nerves spiking. I can't understand him. It's hard to breathe. I am unable to think straight. Why is no one stopping them? Where are the police officers? He repeats himself, cocking the gun. "Do you believe in God?"My vision pulses with my heartbeat. The world around me sways and my chest grows heavy. The sound of wings fills my ears. Darkness. And then her. The skin-cloaked girl from my nightmares stands before me with her sharp teeth and perfect face and glowing eyes, every inch of her body beneath her collarbones tattooed. Her eyes glow red and her pierced smirk takes up the lower part of her face. My sin.…