*NOT a supernatural story* _______________________________ I wasn't a weak little girl anymore. I'm not anorexic, I'm not bulimic, I'm not weak! "Go on. Do it, because I know you wo-" An ear piercing scream ripped through the air when I tore the gun from his hand and shot at his foot. As he desperately tried to crawl away, I shot a single bullet into each place he hit me - legs, arms, chest, back - until he was hanging onto life by a single thread. "I'm not weak anymore. You should have killed me then, because now, I'm going to make sure I'm the last thing you see before you die." And the last bullet shot straight through his head.