"I got you cornered, at last. I've planned this day out for years and now Iv'e finally done it." The man still shifting closer to us, but his arms remained. He seemed completely loose and broke eye contact a lot with Harry but his aim was steady the whole time, signifying that he could shoot at any given moment. The entire room fell silent and the only thing you heard was him. His words echoed off the walls and pierced my skin. Every word he spoke hurt me more. I couldn't imagine what Harry was thinking. "No where to run big guy." He had an evil expression.
Then Harry asked rather calmly, "Who are you and what do you want from me?"
The gunman avoided Harry's question, "All the security guards are taken care of so it's just you and me, now."
"And me." I dared to speak. I didn't know what I was doing but my words felt like a reflex. The gunman instantly twisted his head and stared me down with disgust in his eyes. My eyes were now locked on two things: his eyes and his gun. But in my peripheral vision, I see Harry's mouth drop.
To my horror, the man, still staring into me, slowly moved his aim for the first time. He stopped when it pointed directly at me. I'm breathed out of my mouth but not hyperventilating, if I show fear, he'd gain the advantage.
"And who are you, miss" He said in a now different tone. "You can't shoot him... not any of them, or us, not even yourself." Now I was the one avoiding questions.
"And why is that?" He asked creepily.
"You must have had some problem. Maybe something happened in your childhood...maybe it has to do with your parents or your brother or maybe your kids. Maybe someone you work with. It could have been anyone, but someone in your life had angered you enough for this to happen. Someone or something has hurt you. Now I'm not one to judge, but I'm almost sure Harry had nothing to do with it. I think you're just looking for someone to blame." I now saw tears forming in the man's eyes like I had hit an emotional spot for him, but his body was unmoving. I continued, "Now whatever your problem is, is a problem in which can be solved without killing, anybody." I paused. "I can guarantee you that. You can fix this without killing innocent lives. Now I suggest you drop the gun, and leave because I'm sure the police are searching for you, right now."
He then disregards everything I've said and told me, "I can't believe you made the choice to die today." I then said back, in a louder and impatient voice, "I'm not the one that's deciding weather I live or die. You're the one holding a gun, you're the one behind the trigger. What are you going to do? It's your choice." Then everything fell silent except for the sound of my heart beat. It was the loudest it had ever been, I just hoped it would keep beating. Suddenly the man flung the gun with full force out of his hand, turned around and sprung away in one fluid motion. The gun, flew through the air, hitting me right in the forehead which pushed me back into the crowd of girls. I was on my back, flat on the ground with a throbbing head. I knew I wanted Harry to remember me, but not quite like this.