2 Week Contest, contest 6
Topic Sentance:And then i pulled the trigger
Winner: Jes
Confusion
By Jes
And then I pulled the trigger.
And there was a blast.
But it wasn't from me.
There was a sudden pain in my stomach, and I put my hand on my side. It was cold. And wet. I stared down, my hand was red. Blood.
It was burning through my shirt, rushing down my jeans. I was dying. I looked around to see my murdurer, but I saw no one. It was only me.
Who could have done this? I asked myself. I turned my head from side to side, the room was empty, my gun was too. I had pulled the trigger, and I had shot. But there were no bullet holes. None on the walls, the targets, nor the ceilings. The only hole was in my stomach, draining away my life. But I didn't shoot myself, the gun was in front of me, pointing at my target across the room. Did I dare shoot again, just to see what had gone wrong?
No, that would pathetic. If something went wrong the first time, it would surely happen again. Only fools try again twice after their first mistake.
My knees collasped from underneath me, and I gasped out in agonizing pain. My blood was dripping on the floor, a rain puddle beneath me. I ripped a sleeve from my long shirt, and wrapped it around my critical wound, hoping it would somehow prevent my blood from spilling out anymore then it already had.
But of course it didn't work.
But of course the wound was too deep.
My eyes began to become fuzzy, and I blinked many times to stop it. The world was spinning slowly, then it seemed to speed up even faster as I breathed in slowly. In and out, breathe in and out, I thought. I can make it, I know I can, and I will.
"Don't get your hopes too high, they will just all come crashing down on you." I heard, I turned my head around quickly, my head swelling with thoughts and fears.
"Who's there?" I asked, my voice no longer calm. Someone was there, someone was watching me. Was it that same someone that shot me? There was no answer, and I began to freak out, hypervenilating. How did that person know what I was thinking?
"I know everything you think. What you do say, and what you don't. Your fears, and your joys." the words slithered throughout my mind, and I shivered.
"What do you want?" I breathed out, I sat on my feet, exhausted. There came no answer.
There was nothing.
"What do you want?!" I screamed out into the room, my words just echoed back at me, and I fell onto the ground, curled up in a little ball. My little bubble. My small, protective bubble, and I heard a scoff, sounds fading into the distance.
There was no one in the room, only me, and my shadow, holding a gun at my head.
And then it pulled the trigger.
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http://www.goodreads.com/story/list/1069...
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