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i don't know (no login)
Posted Oct 11, 2003 6:16 AM
A sudden silience creaps into the room. I pick up the gun and, with bloody hands, wipe off my prints. It wasn't suppose to happen like this. It was suppose to be me, not her. ... ... ...
...The heat was getting to me. I woke up with the sun in my face. Looking into the light, my life flashed before my eyes. Everything seemed so bright, so pure, so perfect, and then, time stopped. I felt a sudden sting on my left wrist, and rememberd somthing. I had given myself two slanted cuts on the wrist last night. Each about six inches long, but, obviously, not deep enough. Naked, I climbed out of bed with a pain that felt like a nail had been hammerd into my fore head. What's next? What will she say? I wasn't expecting to wake up. I wasn't expecting today. Though we still live together. Though, we fucked just last night. My wife devorced me yesterday. Ha ha... there she lays. In my bed, soaked in my blood. She will wake up soon. What will i do? So i reached for my pants, and into my pocket. Pulled out my gun, and let my body go numb. I put my mouth on the metal, and tighted my grip. I let the heat get to me, and began to sweat all over. How long is this going to take?, I thought. Do I need to wait just one more second. Each second I thought, should I take one more breath? I sat on the floor with that gun to my face for what seemed like forever, and then it happend. Just as I was about to pull the trigger, she grabbed my hand, pulling it down so that the gun pointed up. It happend so fast. I saw a flash of red and felt the gun fire. It was supposed to be me, not her. I look now at my ex-wife. She still seems perfect. She still seems bright. She is still so beautiful, dead, lying on the floor in front of me.
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