Stars, the Moon, and more.
I have to choose which of my friends will die. The lever in front of me is a tool of death, choosing who lives and who dies. The saw blade’s subtle hum begins creeping into my mind as the sweat increases. I look at Ashley, the fear in her eyes cutting me deep. Dang it, Ashley! Stop looking at me like that! Josh, my best friend, has been howling for the past few minutes. One of my friends is about to die and I have to pick who.