I hold the cold metal gun within my hands. Heavy. It is heavier than
I thought it would be. My heart begins to pound in my ears. I swallow
hard but the lump won't go down. I hold the gun in my right hand,
pushing the safe back beneath the bed with my left. I rise to my feet
with a glance at the form lying just beneath the covers. My feet
guide me to the old rocking chair waiting in the corner. Click. The
safety is released, just like he had shown me. One bullet in the
chamber locked into the chamber now. I stare down at the weapon with a clear head and clear eyes.
It is only when I look back at the lifeless form that the tears begin
to fall. I lift my heavy hand with the barrel to my temple. I feel
regret for a promise not yet broken. With my eyes pressed tightly I
lightly squeeze the trigger. A loud noise crashes through the silence of the room momentarily before leaving us in the dark.
I hold the cold metal gun within my hands. Heavy. It is heavier than
I thought it would be.