bullet

“I don’t actually hate you, but if I had one bullet and was asked to shoot the person I despise the most, that would be you”  You stand there, frozen on the spot.  “Though, I won’t kill you, of course not. I don’t hate you. But…” he looks at you with such eyes, it’s like not even the slightest bit of the boy you’ve know for years was present in him anymore. His bright smile replaced with a scary and creepy one, he continues talking “…I'd drag the tip of the gun on your skin and rest it on your mid-thighs, and before you know it…” he stops, leaning in closer without breaking eye contact "BAM!”   You flinch. And start shivering with fear in your eyes.  “You won’t die. I'll make sure you won’t. But you won’t live either. You'd just exist. Your existence will eventually become a heavy burden, it won’t even matter anymore. Like how it doesn’t matter to me anymore.” ___________________________________________ enjoy your reading                                                       _ashlee