"Aaron run!" I yelled frantically.

But I was to late....

Crack!

My ears rang as I stood in shock, unable to move from the sudden gunshot.

Aaron went down.....

"No...." I whispered. I started sprinting, running as fast as I could. So fast and sudden that the person holding my chain couldn't hold on. I sprinted through the field of soft white cotton.

Then I fell to my knees at his body. I wanted to feel sad, to hate myself, to hate my owner. But I didn't feel anything. I just felt..... Numb.

The day was sunny and warm and bright. It didn't feel like something this horrific could happen in such a beautiful place. Beautiful white stained Crimson red.....

The men walked over cheering as if they'd just shot some prey. Like that's all he was, prey.

I bowed my head in grief, cupping my hands around Aaron's cheeks. "I'm so sorry....."

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Later that night I sat in my small wood shack in the small neighborhood of I.C.E kept slaves by the same owner.

And I weeped. I sat on the floor and weeped.

And I planned. I was going to run away or die trying. Either way I'd be free. One option ended in being with Aaron forever in the sky.

The other would end in revenge.

Bloody revenge.....