I'm standing in the living room of this old and empty house...gun in hand...waiting.
I don't know how it came down to all of this, but I know it's up to me to end it once and for all. It'll be better for all of us.
I hear the front door slowly creak open. I told him to meet me here tonight. He's arrived early, which is great. It'll be over sooner.
I get a better grip of the gun and hold in a breath. I'm two rooms away from the front door, so he'll be looking. And I'll be ready.
I hear footsteps coming my way. The nervousness I'm feeling is overwhelming. I need to go through with this. I'm the only one who can. I'm the only one who can make a clean escape.
My heart beats faster as I wait for him to approach me. I wish he wouldn't take so long. I'm starting to regret this. But that won't make me stop.
Finally I hear the footsteps reach the very outside edge of the room.
"He'll be here any second," I think to myself. I hear a creak in the floorboard. It's time.
The room is dark, almost pitch black, but I can see his figure moving towards me. I don't know how well he can see, but he's walking straight towards me. This is my chance.
I pull the gun up at an arm's length away from me and stand there for a second. He must not see it because he continues to walk.
One...two...
Pop.
My finger pushed down on the trigger.
Pop.
Another one just for good measure.
I see him grab his chest and fall right to the ground. About two minutes pass before I can even move. I can't believe I just did that. I slowly make my way over to the lamp and switch on the light.
I look down at the ground and see a boy whom I wasn't expecting to see.
"Oh my god," I whisper, realizing it wasn't who I thought was going to be here. My breath hitches. I need to get out of here.
I pick up my bag, jump over the body and start running out the door. I run as fast as I can until I'm all the way down the street. I run to an alley and sit on the ground. I stuff the fun into my bag and put my head in my knees.
What did I just do?