A Gun, a lie, and a
hypnotist
"It's not worth it Sam.
Please, put it down." I struggled to say as I looked down the
barrel of the same gun that killed my fiancé. A warm tear
slid down my face and I swallowed,
"You lied to me!" She whispered in her Texas twang,
"You promised you wouldn't tell! You promised you
wouldn't hurt me! Look at what you did!" With every
sentence her voice grew until, eventually, it became a shrill
scream. "My life is ruined because of it!"
"I didn't promise you anything! I didn't tell anyone
about us either!" I shouted back, growing increasingly angry.
"I keep my promises. It was you who distorted a meaningless
relationship into something it wasn't! You're
insane!"
"I am not." She said calmly. She took a deep breath and
her hand tightened on the gun. At the same time she closed her eyes
and I closed mine. Then, she pulled the trigger.
In my fiancé's case there wasn't a reason or a
suspect and, to the police, it looked as if they didn't need a
suspect, they had ruled it a suicide. I knew better though. Two
weeks ago my fiancé was killed. Three weeks ago I had
cheated on her. Four weeks ago, I met Sam.
----- Should I put more on or is it horrible? I need some
opinions!
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Stella242 · 1 decade ago
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I will (: