Gun shots. That's all I heard for a moment before silence filled the air. Everyone fell to the ground. We were always told to drop and cover your head when wewe heard a gunshot.
Some men came joining that one of the man with a gun. They all pulled out guns. "Get in." one yelled at all of us and pointed at an army tank.
Rosalie didn't get up. She stayed on the ground. I was about to speak up when a men put tape over my mouth.
The men drove for a long time. All us little kids stayed in the back bumping into each other. They tied our hands together. I don't really know why.
Soon the door opened. The light was blinding. They hurt all of our eyes.
One men walked beside Edward and I. I wanted to ask about my sister Rosalie. I couldn't.
We walked into a windowless room. It was cold but they didn't seem to care. A men dressed in black put a blindfold over my eyes.
He slit my left wrist. Blood started to ooze out from it. I couldn't see it but I could smell it.
He shoved something inside the wound. It made my arm go numb. Now there was blood and that stuff dripping out.
He handed me something. It was heavy and felt like a gun. He placed my finger on the trigger and I pulled it with a shaking hand. I didn't want to but the stuff made me do it.
I heard and gun shot and something thunk to the ground. I carefully with my shaking hands took off my blindfold.
There lying on the ground was Edward, my best friend covered in his own blood. I shook my head like I didn't believe it.
I was five years old and I killed my best friend. That was my last thoughts before another gun fired, aiming for me.