The statue, no one understood it but I did…
…I was alone, my heart pounding against my chest. Gun fire all around me, it wouldn’t stop, my forehead was aching and liquid dripped down my startled face. I put my hand beneath my chin, it slowly dripped onto my hand, it was blood I realized I had been shot. A man stepped forward out of the gnarled bushes and pointed his gun right to my head. I screamed. A red light came out of me and suddenly his gun was in a knot and pointing right at him. He shot…