She stepped in front of me, looking so sure of herself. Imsorryimsorryimsorry. It replays through my mind like the sick chorus of my least favorite song. I let it fly, squeezing my eyes tight as metal met the flesh of her throat. I almost wish I missed her, but I don't have time to feel remorse. I have to clear out before someone else makes me their target. I'm sorry Julie of District 7. I am so so sorry.