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"Dig," he stated in a firm voice.
I bent over digging into the pit I had started. As the tears ran down my cheeks, the hair stuck to the moist areas on my face. I pulled my blonde strands off my face in attempt to get the hair out of my eyes. I used the sleeve of my pink sweatshirt to wipe the tears out of my eyes and looked up.
"Please, please don't make me die like this." I pleaed.
"Keep digging!" he said in a booming voice.
I started to cry more as I moved the shovel back into the pit to dig deeper.
The tears poured out and Dave noticed.
He was leaning against the stolen red truck smoking his cigarette.
Taking the cigarette out of his mouth he barked another order to me, "Stop your crying or i'll give you something to cry about!"
He pulled his gun out of his pocket letting me know he was prepared to use it.
I wiped the tears again and then looked up.
"It's not deep enough, a couple more digs and your good." he said putting the cigarette back in.
A few short minutes later I threw the shovel on the ground and he made his way over to me.
"Please," I said in between ears "please don't do this to me, please."
"You told," he said pausing "I have to do this, you deserve it, you bitch." he said making a face at me.
"No, you don't have to do it like this," I said snuffling " i'm sorry, why can't we go up north and stay there? They can't find you, please" I made my final plea.
He stared at me for what seemed like an hour and then stated his answer.
"No," he said "Get in the pit now or I will do it for you"
My tears poured out again and this time I didn't care how loud I was.
"SHUT UP AND STOP YOUR CRYING!" he yelled
With one shove he pushed me in the pit and I began screaming for my mom.
"Your mom is not here and she will never be!" he said angirly.
He pulled a video camera out of his green bag.
He turned it on and pointed it towards me in the pit.
It was very dark out, so I had no idea why he was recording me.
"Say your final goodbyes" he said.
I opened my mouth to speak and closed it, then opened it again.
"Mom, Dad, I love you, and.." I said crying "I hope I get to see you again someday. Tell Emily and Eric I love them.." I paused again, "To anyone else..Micheal, I love you, our love will never die, and Jenifer, thanks for being such a good friend, I love you all so much..I'm sorry things have to be like this..I'm so sorry..I-" and then he slammed the camera shut and threw it on the ground.
He picked up the shovel and started throwing dirt on me, covering my face, my body and every other part.
"Lay down!" he yelled at me
I layed down and closed my eyes, crying the hardest I ever have as I felt the dirt being thrown on me.
Then, it stopped.
All I heard was the start of a motor and the crunching of rocks as he drove away, leaving me here alone.
I bent over digging into the pit I had started. As the tears ran down my cheeks, the hair stuck to the moist areas on my face. I pulled my blonde strands off my face in attempt to get the hair out of my eyes. I used the sleeve of my pink sweatshirt to wipe the tears out of my eyes and looked up.
"Please, please don't make me die like this." I pleaed.
"Keep digging!" he said in a booming voice.
I started to cry more as I moved the shovel back into the pit to dig deeper.
The tears poured out and Dave noticed.
He was leaning against the stolen red truck smoking his cigarette.
Taking the cigarette out of his mouth he barked another order to me, "Stop your crying or i'll give you something to cry about!"
He pulled his gun out of his pocket letting me know he was prepared to use it.
I wiped the tears again and then looked up.
"It's not deep enough, a couple more digs and your good." he said putting the cigarette back in.
A few short minutes later I threw the shovel on the ground and he made his way over to me.
"Please," I said in between ears "please don't do this to me, please."
"You told," he said pausing "I have to do this, you deserve it, you bitch." he said making a face at me.
"No, you don't have to do it like this," I said snuffling " i'm sorry, why can't we go up north and stay there? They can't find you, please" I made my final plea.
He stared at me for what seemed like an hour and then stated his answer.
"No," he said "Get in the pit now or I will do it for you"
My tears poured out again and this time I didn't care how loud I was.
"SHUT UP AND STOP YOUR CRYING!" he yelled
With one shove he pushed me in the pit and I began screaming for my mom.
"Your mom is not here and she will never be!" he said angirly.
He pulled a video camera out of his green bag.
He turned it on and pointed it towards me in the pit.
It was very dark out, so I had no idea why he was recording me.
"Say your final goodbyes" he said.
I opened my mouth to speak and closed it, then opened it again.
"Mom, Dad, I love you, and.." I said crying "I hope I get to see you again someday. Tell Emily and Eric I love them.." I paused again, "To anyone else..Micheal, I love you, our love will never die, and Jenifer, thanks for being such a good friend, I love you all so much..I'm sorry things have to be like this..I'm so sorry..I-" and then he slammed the camera shut and threw it on the ground.
He picked up the shovel and started throwing dirt on me, covering my face, my body and every other part.
"Lay down!" he yelled at me
I layed down and closed my eyes, crying the hardest I ever have as I felt the dirt being thrown on me.
Then, it stopped.
All I heard was the start of a motor and the crunching of rocks as he drove away, leaving me here alone.
