What had she done?  How could she do this?  She hadn't meant to hurt anyone.

All eyes were now on her, questioning why?  No-one had seen this coming, she felt like she was going to cry.

And cry she did.  The tears poured down her face.  She had to get out of here, run far away from this place.

As she moved to leave, someone grabbed her arm.  They looked afraid of her now, even although she meant them no harm.

She looked into their eyes, trying to speak but no words came out.  She unlocked the grip on her arm and took the easy way out.  She ran.  And ran and ran and ran.

When her lungs and legs would not allow her to run anymore, she collapsed in a heap and curled up on the floor.  Luckily she had made it to her home but not quite in the door, so in the hallway she lay, exhausted.

Eventually she heard the sirens, she knew they would come.  She could not get away with the damage she had done.

As they took her away, she put up no fight, there was none left in her, she now had to do what was right.  Go and face the questions, the consequences of her actions.  It was too late for her now, she could not take back what she had done. 

It was only  a matter of time anyway, before they found the gun.