I couldn't find my way back home, so in panic I asked for help. Two people offered to help me, and even though they both looked suspicious I decided to trust them. It was really dark outside, and as we walked along the bridge, I regretted going with them more and more. Suddenly the second person took out a gun and started shooting the first person walking in front. I tried to stop him but he was too strong. I don't quite remember what happened after that but I remember thinking I was really going to die.. all because I didn't trust my own instincts.

I realized I haven't written anything in English in a while..
perhaps I should make it habit to write something like this every day.
I've forgotten how nice it is to be able to describe feelings and thoughts in exactly the way I want it to.
As much as I'd like to deceive myself, my English is leagues better than my Chinese.