MorirA Story by AishaSuicide. It's bad. So much worse when you stand there, watching. So much worse when the blame falls. So much worse when...It was a test not meant to hurt never, ever, ever holding out the gun taunting “You’d never, never kill yourself Raina. Why? Why would you do this? d-i-s-t-r-a-c-t-i-n-g people from what they need to do selfish. selfish to kill yourself.” never meant to hurt never meant it to happen laughlaughlaugh never going to do it! tough love that’s all it was to snap out of it it wasn’t supposed to end like this it wasn’t! pressing into Raina’s hand daring taunting oh god oh god oh god so confident she’d get out no; get out of her funk. not out of her… life steel barrel forehead shining sweat trembling hands not noticing, not caring no!
I cared! I didn’t want didn’t want… not this. Deafening. Loud. So, so loud. Exploding her head exploding Raina d r o p p i n g to the ground oh god oh god oh god oh god what had she done? “Raina, Raina, Raina” she had done it oh god she had done it I had done it she was serious had been serious oh god oh god “RAHHHHHAAAAA!” a deformed yell dropping as well tears falling into her open mouth people coming hearing the shot curiouscuriouscurious being dragged away fighting wanting to stay see what she had done watch it all know that it was her fault oh god oh god “RAAAAHHHHHAAAAA!” wailing. “raaaahhhhaaaa…” I had done it. I killed someone. and killed so many others who had known her I was at fault me! no! it wasn’t me no, no, no! not me not me not me broken sobbing screaming into a pillow late at night never going to escape this. Raina. © 2011 AishaAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on February 17, 2011 Last Updated on February 17, 2011 AuthorAishaAbout"What is creation? It's when something inside of you is bursting, breaking, shattering into a million pieces. That bursting feeling— like you have to create something, and it doesn’t matte.. more..Writing
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