A/N- I hoped you liked. I am looking for a beta, if anyone is looking to beta. If not, then oh well. This was not what I was planning for the second chapter, but it seemed mean to leave the story like that and just go into the actual story. So here you go.
At least that is what Larry told me. That my choices are what got me killed. Not that I actually died. It's complicated. Just like everything. Just like Fiona. Just like Larry. Just like Victor. Just like Bly. The people that were around when my life fell apart. I didn't die. Fiona did. And with a single shot my life unraveled at the seems. The list of the dead is longer than the list of the living and I can add my name to that list.
The thought occurs to me that I wouldn't be able to pull the trigger. That again the weakness in me would stop me from doing what needed to be done. Again. I tick off their names in my head, seeing if that helps with the action. The action of leaving it all behind, Pulling the trigger and doing what needs to be done to stop others from getting hurt.
Fiona. I want to scream.
Victor. A trusted enemy.
Bly. Jackass.
Me. Not yet.
There was a name missing from that list. He had two days and he destroyed everything that I had worked so hard to create.
I dug the gun in deeper.
I smiled.
I pulled the trigger, the last forty-eight hours on my mind.
Blood splattered on the floor.
A/N- I have more planned. Telling you why this happened, but if you don't like it, please let me know so I can move on to something else. Thank you.