Kendall's Story | Jessica Pierce

"I can't breathe." I whispered. Immediately I felt stupid for making such a remark because, as you see, I just got shot through my left lung. As I lay on the ground, struggling for air and bleeding to death, the irony of my situation struck me.

This all started when my parent's refused to pay the tax on air. They said it was stupid, we were all living breathing animals so we shouldn't pay for air like it was a commodity. That was the exact same thing I said when the government officials broke into my house. Their reply to me was two options: the door, or the Colt .45. Live and kill others, or die right there. As I look back on it now, I wish I had chosen to die then. I killed four innocent people who had only one sin, breathing.
"I should be dead by now." I mumbled. My head rolled to the side and I stared at my own blood staining the carpet, staining my hands. No, my hands had been stained with blood long before this. It felt like my body was turning to ice, it was numb and unresponsive. Death should come for me now, I thought to myself. I faced the ceiling again and Death loomed over me. Not exactly, Death doesn't carry a revolver. The man pointed the gun at my forehead, and without hesitation pulled the trigger.