Telepath
You arm yourself in courage and open the window. The man beneath does not look up but instead keeps his eyes on the front door. You sneak over the ledge and toward the roof. The pot stands a few feet away. You crouch, putting yourself as close to the roof as possible. The man rings the doorbell. There is a stretch of silence before you hear shuffling inside and you know your mom is ready to hit whoever is on the other side of the door. Before it swings open, you drop the flower pot over his head.
And miss.
It grazes his back before crashing against the ground in a myriad of shards. He looks up and his eyes go wide. Your mom opens the door but it is too late. The man pulls out his gun and shoots. Pain explodes from your shoulder as it bleeds your life away. Your vision becomes fuzzy and you can barely make out the sounds of your mom struggling, fighting-- for her, for you, for your lives. But you can do nothing. Your should goes numb, putting pressure on the wound is not helping. You exhale your last breath before everything goes dark.
And miss.
It grazes his back before crashing against the ground in a myriad of shards. He looks up and his eyes go wide. Your mom opens the door but it is too late. The man pulls out his gun and shoots. Pain explodes from your shoulder as it bleeds your life away. Your vision becomes fuzzy and you can barely make out the sounds of your mom struggling, fighting-- for her, for you, for your lives. But you can do nothing. Your should goes numb, putting pressure on the wound is not helping. You exhale your last breath before everything goes dark.