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SPOV
"I'm surprised you found time in you busy schedule to come find me, hate poetry doesn't write itself you know!" Chad spoke very sarcastically.
His hair was drenched and stuck to his face, his vision must have been blurred.
In his hand he was holding a bulky handgun, a Colt.45. The barrel rested against the side of his head, hiss finger rested gently on the trigger.
"Chad dont do this, i didnt mean what i wrote." I pleaded. Tears began to stream from my tired eyes as i almost begged.
Chad laughed and shook his head. "You just dont get it do you, all those poems i wrote, they were about you. I showed you love in return you flung hatred at me."
His finger rested more heavily on the trigger now, he moved the gun around on the side of his head.
"For me? But i thought that you... but i though you... wait you like me?" I blurted questions at Chad like an imbosile.
"Yes, every waking moment i thought of you, my heart ached just talking to you. You didn't know?" Chad's gun seemed to be loosening from his grasp slightly.
"Chad i fell in love with you when i read your poem, i just assumed it was for someone else. I was hurting to you know?!" I was quite mad now. He was selfish to think he was the only person being affected by this.
His head bowed and the arm holding the gun flopped down to his waist and the gun hung loosely in his hand.
I watched stunned as the Magnum fell to the ground, when my eyes fixed back to where Chad was, he had disappeared.
CPOV
I fled the scene leaving Sonny to her thoughts, i had my own thinking to do.
All my hatred had left me, replaced with bitter guilt. One thing however still puzzles me, why would she write such a hurtful poem if she cared for me?
These are all questions i need to ask, i just cant see her right now. Seeing her perfect face would just bring more tears and mess my head up so much more.
I sat alone in my quiet place, the studio roof. No one comes here but me when i need to be alone.
I sat gazing at the flourescent stars thinking about all the things i want to say, but could never man up to.
The evening breeze chilled me slightly as if caressed my hair gently.
Behind me footsteps grew louder as the person approached.
SPOV
Standing in the pouring rain i stood staring at the gun, guilt walked me over and forced me to grab it almost without thinking.
Rainwater ran down my back and drenched my dress, my hair was a mess that entangled my head.
The barrel rested against the side of my head just as it had done with Chad.
My finger pulled ever so gently, within seconds i heard the click followed by a deafening roar that tore apart the silence like a sheet.
Everything went black as i breathed my last breath.
CPOV
The footsteps behind me were of a familiar sound, high heels clicking against the roof.
I turned without looking at who i was talking to and spoke, "Sonny i..." i looked up and reeled back.
"Im detective Andrews" replied the female detective. "I have a few questions for you regarding a 44. magnum and your friend Sonny". She spoke with malice and disgust simultaneously.
Fear filled my body and pulsed through my veins like deadly poison as it destroyed every ounce of strength i had once possessed.
I didnt want to peice the two together but deep down i already knew she was dead. Earlier i saw brids fly off startled from the place we were, i thought nothing off it, till now.
Every muscle relaxed in my body and i slumped to the ground, all the while police men and woman circled, armed and willing to fire.
Is Sonny actually dead? Find out next chapter =D
Thanks for reading x
oh yeah there wasnt a poem in this one lol ill say one quick
"I had someone close
But now they're afar
of the fire i disposed
but my heart is still charred"
Its crap but its how i feel right now xxx