Save me , This is a plea the revolver is loaded to the back of my head as he demads the cream. seems im being robbed for my soul by a demon and his team. cant turn to see his gleam because his trigger fingers itching ot to mention were back on 1100 hundred in my grandmothers kitchen.im shaking and trembling he is telling me to run it look at the back door I figured id gun it. now appears faces from my past;  im surroundded inching closer with his tool I could hear how his trigger finger sounded.he just chuckled, yeah this was it for me. I let my mind wonder  as i stared at my grandmothers tree. As i snapped back he cocked back and counted 1..2...3,and right before he shot i turned to look into the eyes of me.