"Elijah!"
Elijah? Who's Elijah?
My head turns to see that Roland is talking to him.
Him. Nose piercing boy.
"What have you done?" He screams at him, walking towards him, trying not to step on any blood.
Not like you ever cared about him before...
He- Elijah doesn't say anything. Instead just stands there, his jaw clenched. His hand falls back against his side, the g*n still in his hand.
"Why did you shoot them?" He yells again, this time in his face. Elijah just turns his face away from and looks down at the b****y floor.
"You could have just dropped the g*n when he asked you to! Why didn't you? Look at this!" He says, referring to the b****y bodies around him. But this time, he doesn't stay silent.
"If I dropped the g*n, what would have happened? They still would've killed her!"
