Disclaimer: Not mine but a girl can wish.
Warning; may cause confusion, hatred of author and temporary insanity.
As long as you do not have these symptoms… I'm doing my job wrong.
Author's note: I was in a weird mood when I wrote this so sorry.
I wasn't afraid of death, you can't be once you've done the things I've done.
I have spent my days with a gun at my head. My life is like a game of Russian roulette and it was just a matter of time.
The gun's always been there, a constant companion. The only difference is the holder.
Sometimes the gun is hidden, I'm blind or I didn't see it for what it was.
Ian was good he held the gun to my head but distracted me with kind words making me think he just wanted to spend time with me, his last heart beat pulling the trigger.
The gun was then picked up by Sayle, he never tried to hide the gun the gun and nether did Cray. They taunted and threatened with knifes and bombs not realising they held the gun, not realising it was pointed at me.
Rothmen knew she had it but didn't show me the weapon, hiding it behind half-truths. She was one of the worse, using my dad against me and intensifying my hatred, darkening my thoughts, teaching me to fire a gun and laughing as she pulled the trigger but I was to far away.
She cheated got two shots, the second was not long after she died. It missed, just. But even she paled in comparison to Blunt.
Blunt was the game's master giving the gun, uncaring, unthinking with no remorse. And what made him the worse, while all these people held the gun and failed, mostly hiding the gun for one reason or another, Blunt had a gun pressed against the back of my head, he knew and I knew, his gun was full of bullets and he wouldn't miss.
But in the end of it all I won I bet the gunners- the taunters, the truth bender and the loving uncle- but most importantly I bet Blunt, did something he didn't think of and when he finally finds the truth I wonder if he cared enough to come to my funeral or even thought twice, if not about who he lost then what.
Because when it's all said and done while others were holding the gun I smiled as I slowly watched the blood drip from my wrists.
I won.