b u l l e t s
one-shot by
disposable o v e n
Nothing was right. And it didn't look like anything would ever be right in her state of mind, ever again.
Her pale, dainty hands were coated in his blood. Her white shirt was spattered with the vile liquid.
Her eyes glistened with tears. Her lips were parted, releasing shallow puffs of air.
Her chest heaved quickly, racking with sobs. Strangled cries made their way through her throat, cracking once they emitted into thin air.
She looked around the small car like a deer in headlights, then climbed out from the back seat, and into the driver's. There weren't any keys in the ignition, yet she still pounded her foot on the gas pedal, shrieking with every thud of metal against carpet. Both hands gripped the steering wheel, her nails digging into the fine leather.
It was all a huge mistake.
She was thinking suicide. She was writing fictionals of her own death, in both her diary and on the computer. He had only tried to save her before it was too late. It was his duty, as her best friend.
He knew she was 'going out with her friends' for the night, even if that wasn't the case. He knew she was either going to go for it, or go on a date with some guy. Neither were appealing to him. After all, he loved her. Did she know? Negatory.
He jumped into her back seat and hid there for at least ten minutes before she climbed into the car and drove off to the lake. As she pulled the gun out from the glovebox, he slowly reached out for her hand.
She was paralyzed with the fear of what she was about to accomplish, she just couldn't think.
It was a full minute's struggle before he had almost retrieved the gun from the armrest.
She was too quick. And as he grabbed her hand the wrong way, her finger pulled on the trigger.
Bang.
She slowly reached for the emergency break; it was the only thing keeping her from rolling down the hill and into the lake. With the other hand, she hesitantly rolled down the windows.
Clutch, pull.
She closed her eyes, leaning back in her seat. She clumsily buckled her seatbelt, fingers trembling with fear.
The car sloshed on top of the water for only a couple of seconds before sinking to the muddy depths below.
She opened her eyes, the stinging pain leaking though. With her last few attempts to breathe, she began to regret it. All of it.
She reached for the seat belt.
If only she could escape.
...Too late.
-!-
Fzzt.
-"two teenagers were found" - - fzzzzt -
-"lake fairmount -- reporters say -- victim's names were" -
fzzzzzzzt.
"Roxas Greylin -- fzzzt -- Naminè Patterson."
Alas, this version of her death had the perfect ending.
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all characters (c) square enix / disney.
idea i came up with while listening to the song, bullets by augustana.
don't sue me. :
first attempt at something like this. please do review.
... i swear i'm not an emoholic. you would know that if you read some of my other stories. please do, k. ;D winkwink.