How far will you go?
Chapter one: The trigger.
(POV: Tails)
Another day, another round of torture. It has been almost ten years now, and I still remember that day like the plaque. It never stops, ever when I'm working on a machine, looking at the plant, or when I'm trying to sleep, that freaking day will flash right in front of me, and disappear. It's been like that ever since. I'm surprised I didn't slit my neck by now. The others are just as surprised. There was even a pistol siting right on the stand next to the plant. Try as I might, I just don't feel the urge to pull it, and let my friends down. I just stood there on the second floor balcony of my workshop, just watching the rain poor down. Like I have anything else to do. Other than find a way to clear my damn skull of that memory. But when I try, my pals come and attempt to try and cheer me up, when really, I just feel like punching them. I went in and began pounding my head against a wall.
"Why did I pull the trigger?" I yelled continuing to pound my head, just making my headache worse. I just can't stand it any more. I grabbed the gun and just aimed, hoping my finger would pull. Before I could, my rage took over and threw the gun across the room.
"Damn it all!" I shouted. I picked it up and prepared to pull the trigger this time aiming anywhere. I shot and a bullet began ricocheting all over, and went through my leg. The pain I was feeling was more wonderful then dreadful to say the least. I fell to the floor, trying to fight back screams of pain, so no one would hear. But there's no way they didn't hear a bullet going off. I could fell the pain as it was easing my torture. I fired at my other leg, and began biting on my arm just feeling the adrenaline rush. I began shooting again and again. When someone finally came, I blacked out. I began to hear voices right there.
"How far would you go Prower? How far is the question."