-A Face in the Mirror

Time had stopped. Moments that should have passed in the blink of an eye dragged on for eternity. But not everything had stopped, the sound of a constant beating filled the endless moments that time had forgotten. At first it was nothing, a thud that would sound every couple of seconds. Then it became faster, as if someone was playing with a drum controlling the rhythm. That's how it sounded now, a constant beating growing louder and louder. Maybe it was the sound of the beating or the fact that time had stopped, but it had shocked the young man back into reality. A young blond man that was sitting on his bed, holding a gun to his head.

Realization hit him like a smack in the face; he was holding a gun to his head. The barrel was pressed firmly into his temple waiting, begging for him to squeeze the trigger. He could see it; he could see everything that he was doing. For a mirror sat in front of his bed, a mirror that for now was a picture into the sin that he was about to commit.

Slowly his hand dropped taking the gun with it. A creak was all that was heard as both his hand and the gun dropped onto the bed. Confusion now filled his head as he tried to figure out what was going on, how he had gotten to this. Nothing made sense; his mind was a blank as he tried to recall the past twenty-four hours. Everything was blank, that was until the young man looked down to see the gun that he still clung to. It was at that moment that everything came flooding back into his memory. The day's events at school, the loneliness that he had been feeling and the talk he had with Kim. Everything that lead up to this moment, to him holding this gun, taking it in hand and holding it to his head ready to pull the trigger.

"Ahhh," a scream shot forth from his throat. One so horrific that even the sirens of Greek mythology would shudder from. No sooner had the scream came then the gun was hurtled from his hand hitting the wall. It was a miracle that it didn't go off slamming into the wall and yet another one when it smacked into the carpeted floor of his room.

With speed unknown to him he jumped from the bed, from the gun he once held, from the reflection in the mirror that warned him of his actions. He ran tripping halfway down the stairs, tumbling the rest of the way down. Quickly he got back up on two feet once more running away from the scene of what he had almost done. He found himself in the garage, out of breath and with no idea of what to do. Then he spotted the mini van that belonged to his parents, the one car they left behind. Quickly he jumped in it, fishing out his keys that he always carried. Thank God he still had them, there was no way he would be able to go back into that room. Jumping into the car he pressed the button opening the garage door. Once it was cleared he pressed hard on the accelerator bringing the engine to life with a mighty roar exiting the house. Once on the street he changed gears and hit the accelerator again speeding down the street. He had to get away, away from what could have been.


Nothing really to say. Wonder who Ron's going to run into.

Until then good reviewing.
-Forgotten466-