My hell played beautifully on this boy’s face, but this boy was not me. This child who like all children in the world , should’ve been innocent to life’s cruel ways, instead he held a weapon a weapon that ended a life, Ray’s life. ‘How am I supposed to solve this? What should I do?’ I forgave him. The boy’s hands shot up pointing the revolver at my face.

“ I’m not going to-” POP! My gun sounded and in that fraction of a second another life ended.