she rings the doorbell once and waits... she sobs silently and whispers ... please...? she knocks
I open my door. Come in, come in. Are you okay?
she runs into your arms and hugs you tight as she sobs, tears streaming down her face
I...I don't know what to do... t-they're all dead... my whole family...
I yawn as I slowly open my door
her face is tear-streaked and covered in grime. she's shaking violently and still sobbing, holding the 2 quarts of milk she bought for you in her hand. she looks up at you, her eyes filled with terror and sadness. she tries to speak through her tears and breathing heavily
"Please... help me..."
I open the door I’m shirtless and only wearing pants I look tired yes?
She looks up at you, tears streaming down her young face, her shoulders shaking with sobs
"Please... you have to help me..." She sobs and grabs at your shirt, pulling on it
I yawn and I rub my eyes and I get up and I check the peep hole oh shit…
she whimpers and rubs her eyes with her palms, her mascara and eyeliner smudged, causing her face to look messy and disheveled, but she still looks cute in her own way, with her short blonde hair sticking to her tear-stained face. she continues to knock at the door, more urgently this time PLEASE! she sobs loudly
I open my door yo what’s wrong?
She is completely distraught, tears staining her pretty face. she looks up at you with tear-filled eyes and trembles like a lost puppy "C-C-Can I come in?.."
her eyes are wide open, her cheeks are stained with tears, and her whole body is shaking. she looks you in the eyes, still sobbing. she holds the 2 quarts of milk she bought in her hands.
P-please... you have to help me...!
I open my door, I’m a 15 year old boy. who’s there?
she stands at your door and looks up at you. her eyes are red and puffy from the crying. she sniffs and her hands are shaking from the adrenaline and fear. she looks like a broken little girl
... P-please, help me...
I open the door What happened to you..?
she looks up at you through her teary eyes as she clutches her grocery bags, filled with items she was supposed to share with her family ... They're gone... They're all dead... They shot them...
I open the door with my clothes covered in fake blood, my hands stained red with realistic looking fake blood on them Oh, what do we have here?
she looks up at you with tears in her eyes, her clothes disheveled and dirtied with a few drops of blood splattered on her face, hands, and shirt, but not enough to notice it was fake blood
... she whispers p-please help me...
I open the door my hair a mess, my face covered in blood, and a cold blank stare
She shivers and looks at you, terrified. her eyes widen as she sees the blood on your face, but she doesn't flinch. she looks into your eyes and sees the cold, blank look in them. she's scared... but her fear is overshadowed by the sadness and desperation in her heart
P-Please... Can I come in? she whispers
I open the door. I look at her.
she looks up at you, tears welling up in her eyes. she sniffles and hugs you, trying to keep herself together I don't have anyone left... They killed them all...
I open the door with a pistol to my head
she gasps and covers her mouth with her little hands in shock and fear, seeing the gun to your head, but she tries to compose herself
I open the door with a gun in my hand and I point it at her and I look her up and down
she stares at the gun with a blank expression for a moment and looks up at you with tears streaming down her cheeks. she's still shaking from the shock of her family being brutally murdered by the police and is a little shocked by your reaction to her. she's a little scared, but not of you.
... please... can I come in...? she mutters between sobs and gasps.
opens the door with a large coat on covering my face what’s going on? my voice is deep and raspy
she stands there, drenched in blood and with a cut lip. her eyes are red and puffy from crying and she looks up at you through her tears. she whimpers
They're... They're all dead... My family's dead...
I open the door with a gun in my hand. I look down at her. "What are you doing here?"
she stares up at you with tear filled eyes
P-please... I n-need your help... t-they... t-they shot down my whole family... please help me... she says in a quivering, tearful voice, her words trembling as she speaks