once again, this is just another part of the story now. THings have drastically changed with my story, so that's why. Be patient, and I should have some more of the story up in a little while...... in the meanwhile, enjoy this little segment to Decisive Moments.


There’s a 45 caliber handgun grasped tightly in my left hand, and I don’t have the slightest clue on how it got there. I don’t have any idea about where I am, or how I came to be here. All I know is that my heart is pounding so fast, that it might explode.
From what it looks like, I can guess that I’m standing in a kitchen. On the left side, there is a fridge, which is standing next to a desk. The fridge had to have at least 50 magnets on its glossy white coat. There were magnets of Mt. Rainer, cats, cars, and other miscellaneous things. As for the desk, you could barely tell it to be a desk. The desk was cluttered with crumpled paper, pictures of some people, pens, pencils, and some half empty bottles of water. On the right side of the kitchen, I noticed the oven, sink, and dishwasher. The oven was cluttered with pots and pans, the sink was overflowing with dirty dishes, and the dishwasher looked like it’s never been used. Obviously, whoever lives here doesn’t like to do the dishes.
I heard a muffled scream in the next room. As soon as I heard the muffled scream, I quickly raised my left hand, which still had the gun in it. Quietly, I edged my way into the next room. What I saw next made my heart beat quicker. There was a girl tied up to a chair, perched by the fireplace. She was bonded by the hands and feet, as well as a piece of duct tape across her mouth. She started to mumble something, but I couldn’t understand what she was trying to say. She became more and more frantic by the second, and before I knew what was going on, I felt something hit me in the back of the head. I fell down hard, and hit my mouth against the table. My mouth started to bleed as I noticed that I had knocked out a tooth.
When I looked up to see what had hit me in the back of the head,I became horrified. Standing before me was a man who looked to be in his mid thirties. Blond hair came down to just above his piercing blue eyes, which were staring right into mine. In his hands was a shotgun, and the shiny barrel of the gun was pointing right at my heart. The 45 caliber that was in my left hand would be no use now, because as soon as I even lifted a finger, I would be shot......

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