Gunshot

Gunshot

She kept staring at the other presence in the room. She received the same attention back. Tension was high between them, irritated by the uncalled company.

“I asked you to leave,” she said. There was no reply, just two set of eyes looking intently at each other. Eventually losing her calm, she said.

“I’m tired of you being with me all the time. My friends are worried but you never let me visit them. I don’t even feel like myself with you,” she screamed, chest heaving in anger and desperation. But this was needed; she needed to know the damage of being with her.

“Please, please I beg you. Please leave me alone,” she cried when her words were met with silence, yet again. But it smirked at her, those vicious human  teeth between the red lips.

Collecting herself together, she walked towards her table and pulled out the pistol she kept for emergency situations.

"I begged you. I still am. You leave me no options," she said as she loaded the pistol and pointed at it. Only to find a similar one towards her. But she didn't falter. Her fingers were ready to pull the trigger any moment, looking for fear in the eyes of her enemy.

She found none.

But she had to do it. In order for her own sanity. She braced herself one more time.

And she shot herself.

Highs, lows and in betweens.

#pascalcampion

"Sometimes when you're worn down, day after day, relentlessly, with no reprieve for years piled on years, sometimes you lose everything but the ability to cry"

- This Song Will Save Your Life, Leila Sales

"They'll wait if they have faith"

- Ris, @crystal-snow019

prompt 1300

What other profession thrives on failure? I can’t fail as a teacher. I can’t fail as a doctor. But if I fail as an artist, I become a better artist.

                                                                                       –Junot Diaz

Damn!

Prompt #469

“I couldn’t watch you die.’

‘You should have closed your eyes.’

{Submitted by: crimson-knuckled-queen}