Ghost of me

ked against the wall, with no escape route in sight. The fear that gripped us was palpable, and we felt like we wer

d anytime and any day, even at the most unexpected time. I ha

eat fear when I heard the door get lo

es as I struggled to control my breathing, but my heart was beating so fast that I thought it would burst out of my chest. At that moment, my mind was

to get

escape route, anything at all. There was nothing in sight, nothing of help and even if th

ing while my mind raced like

will they do to us? All six of us? We were t

tack. This scenario was beyond anything I could have ever envisioned. I never thought twice

ere. Some of them were turning over chairs and tables, some were switching off the major lights of the bar like the bright white bulb o

d at them properly even in my drunken state. My vision had suddenly gotten clearer and I could see them in clear view. They wore masks and they carried big guns, all 10 of them. They were armed from head to foot. Aside from their eyes, no other feature was visible. They were bulked up and they seemed very vicious and p

room. Outside was dark and it was very quiet. We were officially delivered into the hands of these men, there was nothing else to be done. I glanced over at the clock with my side eyes. The tim

made him this fearful. if he did, I wanted to hold him by his collar and shake him vigorously and scream at him and ask him a million questions about why we were in this mess with him. If he didn't know anything about these men, then we were all doomed

cold as they filled

ime for

water streame

t from a movie or maybe a radio show or at work or maybe at the neighborhood but I kn

nized his voice instantly. It was the man that had been sitting opposite me in the b

was funny and it was stupid. A document at this time of the night? Who would come to a bar with documents or with anything of value? it made no sense, no sense at all. It was even funnier when I thought about myself. I had nothing on me

His voice was shaky but firm. He was trying to show no signs of fear but his shaky voice betrayed him and I wished he wo

ip panting like I would faint any moment. I heard a hand grab him fiercely and I closed my

est. Seconds passed in deep grave silence. I tried to calm myself down. I tried to calm my heavy breathing down and fight the wi

ide in horror when a gun rang. It happened like a blur, in a

from crashing to the floor. They shot him. They killed the man that had been talking to me just a few minutes ago. I crashed to t

ed my mouth. I felt two othe

n commanded again and I was h

grin behin

our tur

here in the room and my