Too Strong

A Story by MrOshimida27

Too Strong

it's all been building up inside for weeks months years now. ever since i read that file it's been hell. he said it was from a friend. no. he was in on it all along just to get with her. she was the mastermind and yet if i asked her she wouldn't remember a thing. even at gunpoint. they said i couldn't pull the trigger. they were wrong and i can and i will. no, no, no, it's all in my head. all in my head, just like this whole world is and nothing more will ever be. their faces flash before my eyes obscuring my vision of the man in the mirror. he's dressed in black and holding the gun with the barrel towards the floor. he's standing down. he's giving up. all of them, all of the ones who would miss me if i left them, all of the ones who cared, smiling compassionately. their eyes all lock with mine. their voices and laughter echo through my ringing ears and the memories come. everything assaults my senses and i open my eyes and i open my hands and the man in the mirror drops the gun to the floor. he lifts his head and brushes the hair from his eyes because he is not too weak but too strong to give in. i pick up the gun-smith and wesson model 66-all six cylinders are empty. i return it to the box in the drawer because now i see that though there may be six billion who wouldn't notice my passing-the few that would matter infinitely more.