"Choose, do you want to die or live?"

In my young mind, I can not understand why he's asking me something like that. But still I can't help to tremble from so much fear, when I felt the cold metal hit my forehead. While the icy rain pour down on us making me shiver from so much cold as my thin clothes begin to cling on my small and skinny body.

My eyes filled with unshed tears as I look up at the man who towers in front of me, while my heart begins to thud painfully inside of my chest as fear starts to creep inside of me. His face is covered by darkness, when the dark alley cast its shadow completely hiding his face away from me.

"So what will you choose, boy?" His low gruffy voice exclaim. As he smack my left cheek with the gun he's holding. I felt the stinging pain, making me yelp in pain but I muffle my voice completely afraid on what he might do to me. My lips tremble when I taste the metalic liquid that trickle down my lips, from where my cheeks have been cut.

I wanted to cry for help, but I know no one will come. For living in this wretched city ever since I was born, I'm aware that no one will come to save me.

'Am I gonna die like this, at ten years old?' A soft cry broke from me, as I felt my senses clouded by hopelessness.

"Hey no crying now boy, I still want to hear your answer?" The man in front of me grumble as he squat down on my level, looking directly in my eyes.

Watching him through my blurry eyes, I can see that he might aged around 40 or so, with sandy brown hair, and green eyes that's filled with emotions that I can't completely comprehend in my young mind.

"So what now kid, do you want to live or die. You decide?"

I quietly look at him, watching him seriously. Afterwards, I wipe my cheeks with the back of my hand, as I slowly composed myself and look at him seriously.

"I want to live." He just smile wickedly.

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