Trigger

Go ahead. I dare you.

Pull the trigger.

(Al please put the gun down)

I am absolutely sick and tired of how I'm so constantly forgotten. I don't know if it's some practical joke that everyone's in, or if I'm just that unnoticeable, but it's not funny. It hurts. I'm hurting, Al, I've been hurting since God-knows-when.

And I find it so hilarious that you're always proclaiming to be a hero, when you can't save someone who's falling apart right in front of you.

(Please please I don't mean it please look at me and see that I don't mean it)

I try so hard to impress, to stand out, but why don't I? I'm always in the sidelines, watching everyone else get the glory, being so blatantly ignored. Like a newspaper article once described, I'm just a wallflower waiting for someone to offer to dance with me. *

You saw that I was hurting, right?

So why didn't you dance with me, Al?

(Don't you see that I just want to be reassured?)

But I suppose the past's the past. The present is now, and now is you and me standing in this room, a gun in your hand aimed at your own brother.

Oh, please, don't tremble, Alfred. You wanted to play this game too, didn't you? So just take that gun

(Please put it down)

pull the trigger

(Please click the safety back on)

and bang, bang, bang, watch the dull walls of plaster become coated with pretty red.

That one bullet could do everyone good, you know? England won't have to keep writing my name on his hand to remember it, and France won't have to look after me. And you, you won't have to worry about me killing myself off out of depression.

Because by the time you remember this incident, by the time you remember my death, by the time you look to your left in a conference and realize I'm not there anymore, you'll also remember that you did it yourself.

(Please tell me I'm important tell me I'm loved and that I'm treasured and I'll be missed because oh god it hurts so much)

So pull the trigger. You're the hero, right? Save me from my misery.

(Save me from myself)

Just do it. It's not that bad. Please get it over with...

(Don't do it don't do it oh god Alfred please I love you don't do it)

Alfred! Just pull the fucking trigger, we don't have all

. . .

The evening of July 1st began with a report of a death in a small apartment near downtown Ottawa. The victim appears to have been shot in the forehead. The killer was nowhere to be found by the time the police were alerted. The gun that was used to execute the crime is being examined for any clues. So far, no suspects have been determined. The investigation of the murder is still continuing, and the chief police hopes it will be solved by the 4th of July.

The victim was a twenty-year-old white male, blond, with glasses. His identity is unknown. Anyone who happens to know this person should contact the police station immediately.

*A newspaper article once paid tribute to Canada and its accomplishments throughout history. If anyone's interested in reading it, PM me and I'll give you the link.