Just A DreamA Story by The Violent Wolfthis really was just a dream, it scared me though haha and this is a kind of old dream, it was a couple months ago
"Do it."
My voice echoed in the empty room and he flinched at the sound. His dark eyes searched mine for answers he already knew. My own eyes glared at him, willing him to pull the trigger. The dark tunnel I look down has no light at the end. I closed my eyes, I'd rather not watch his beautiful, tormented face. He'd meant so much to me, and now I was forcing him to do this. Not like it was the worst I'd ever done. A whole book couldn't contain all that I'd done. "I always loved you, you know," his soft voice penetrated the silence and my eyes flashed open. "Always have, always will," he continued. I close my eyes again, this time to stop the tears. "Just get it over with," I choke out, wiping away spilled tears with my palm. He sighed and flicked the safety off. He thinks this is for the best. He believed the lies i told him. If only he knew. His hand trembles a bit as his finger tightens on the trigger. "Wait!" I cry, startling him. Skirting past the outstretched gun, stopping barely an inch from touching him, I put my hands on his chest, reached up and kissed him lightly. His lips were so soft, like velvet, and they were sweeter than anything. His free hand came up, wrapping around my neck, pulling me closer to those sweet lips of his. His other hand came up. The one with the gun, I realized. As the cold metal touched my skin through my thin shirt I shivered and pulled away. I kept my eyes on the ground as i walked back to my spot. Turned around. Looked up. His eyes were unreadable, his face expressionless, he raised the gun once more. I nodded, his finger tensed. I smiled, he winced. I closed my eyes, the shot exploded like lightning.
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StatsAuthorThe Violent WolfPascoag, RIAboutI can't write well upon demand. I have to wait until a picture, theme or whatever hits me. I use real world experiences in my writing. Music is an inspiration. Some of my poems or whatever are random,.. more..Writing
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