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Trapped

Shelyn Wongso

    “Everybody get down!” A man came in with his gun in hand and yelled to the crowd.
    “I said get down!” he repeated the words once again impatiently.
    Everyone suddenly came to realize what’s happening. They started to scream and started running. The cashiers began calling 911. Seconds later, gunshots were being fired.
    “I am going to kill all of you if you don’t listen! Now go get me the money!”
    People seemed to be frozen on their spot, then the guy finally runs out of patience. He grab a woman who’s close to him and pointed the gun at her head.
    “She will die if you guys don’t start to pack my money right now.”
    The cashier then started to pack money with his trembling hands.
    “Please d-don’t hurt me.” the woman cried.
    “Come here,” the man ordered. He grabbed her and locked her neck into his right arm. Holding up his gun to her cheek the man shouted, “Now all I need is a nice load of 650,000 dollars and the pretty lady doesn’t get hurt!”
    With everyone else’s hands on their heads, the cashier quickly gathered up the money that the burglar needs.
    “Faster or she is going to die!”
    “Sir p-please let me go.”
    “Sorry hun you’re my ticket out of here.”
    The woman remembered that she had a pocket knife inside her back pocket. If she could take it out without the burglar noticing then perhaps she could stab the man in the back to catch him off guard, break loose of his grip, take control of his weapon, and then everyone would be safe.
    “What’s your name lady?”
    “Grace, sir.”
    “Now Grace, tell your buddy over there that if he doesn’t hurry up then it will be his fault for not saving your life.”
    “Ugh,” As Grace told her co-worker to speed things up she slowly moved her arm to her back to have her fingers just touch the tip of her back pockets.
    “Now don’t get any funny ideas or your life will end sooner than ya know it,” the man said, pressing his gun harder to her cheek.
    Grace flinched and jerked her hand back to its original position.
    She attempted once more with trembling hands to reach for her pocket knife but stopped once two of her fingers are inside. A sweat broke out on her forehead.
    “S-sir please let me go.”
    “If I let you go you’ll end up dead on the floor.”
    “I have a son that’s waiting for me to pick him up. He will question where I go.”
    “I have a family too that I need to feed. Don’t even think that he will suffer as much as my kids do.” For a second, Grace saw the pain in the man’s eyes.
    “How old are your children?
    “Why do you care? Shut up.”
    “Don’t you think they will be disappointed if you do this? Think about them. This is not right”
    The man gave out a sad expression but then became cold again.
    “Now you’re just talking too much, want me to cut your tongue?” He said as he moved his face closer to Grace.
    “What’s taking so long?” He yelled to the cashier as he instructs one of his guys to check.
    “I-I’m sorry, I’m trying my best.” The cashier’s body was trembling with fear.
    Grace got a full grip on the pocket knife while the man’s focusing on the cashier.
    “I can’t breathe. Please loosen your grip.”
    As he puts his focus back on her, she stabbed his arm. He screamed in pain and dropped his gun and grip on her. People once again started screaming and gunshots are heard. Grace took a hold of the gun and pointed it at him.
    “Ah! You little ?!” The man screamed to her and then took out another gun from his pocket, points it to the woman. But Grace shot his leg with her shaking hand.
    “I am sorry, but I told you, my kids are still waiting for me,” She said with her quivering voice.
    He moved slowly toward the pocket knife the woman threw on the floor and stabbed himself.
    “Ah! Why did you do that?” The woman screams and asks as other people escape from the bank.
    “I can’t go home with empty hands anymore.” Tears came out from the man, then he closed his eyes slowly and died as the police sirens are heard.

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