Next
I take a deep breath and step forward.
One second seems to last forever as I stare
into his eyes. I'm tired.
I'm tired of him, his treatment of others.
I can't stand back anymore,
I won't watch any more of my friends
suffer at his hands.
I pull my friend behind me,
and stare straight at him,
never taking my eyes off of his.
He raises his hand.
Who knows what will happen next.