"5 minutes to convince me not to." The gun was pointed at my head. "The timer starts now."

"Well, I, for one, didn't do anything. I merely walked in at the wrong moment, and-"

"Cut the crap." she turned to face me, the gun still pointed at my head.

"Okay. I'm not gonna treat you like some evil villain. You're a kid. What're you, 12?" I said. She cocked the gun.

"Wrong answer. You're down to a minute for that remark," she responded. "I'm 18."

"Fine. What do you want?" I asked.

"I want you dead." Her voice shook, giving away her uncertain

"Then shoot me."

She had her finger on the trigger, and I could see her hands shaking. A tear rolled down her cheek.

"10 s-seconds," she stuttered.

I waited.

"9."

My breath was calm, my lungs steadily rising and falling.

"8."

She didn't even ask if I had any last words.

"7."

Well, maybe the five minutes was my chance for my last words.

6."

Maybe she's waiting til one.

"5 seconds left. Wanna try and talk your way out of it?"

She tried her best to make her voice sound firm, I could tell.

"4."

More tears were falling, dripping off of her chin.

"T-three."

"T-two"

She couldn't say one. She fell onto her knees, the tears continuing to fall into the concrete floor. I broke the ties holding me down.

"I'll see you around. Maybe third times a charm." I walked out, her sons echoing behind me.