Park Ranger (Pt. 2)
500 Words
I run into the station and lock the door, closing the blinds as well, I barricade the door
with the chairs inside, I hear her screams still…I cover my ears, I hear my mother voice
in my ears
The only way out is to end this, she says calmly
a realization crosses my mind.
Grab the gun
I run behind the counter and take the gun from the compartment under the desk, I pull
out its gray case, unlatching it and taking the gun out , I fiddle with the trigger in my
hand. I load it with ammo, my hand shaking with anxiety.
I look up from the desk to the
blinds in the window…silence before I see her in the window floating staring at me, she
looks ethereal, absolutely horrible, absolutely terrifying.
I point the gun at her
I have 5 shots…
You can't do it…You can’t do it. I hear a voice say. I put the gun down
I shake the thought away, pointing the gun at her again, another horrendous screaming
from her. I cry again, thinking about everyone. I shoot twice, nothing happened to her,
she's still screaming, I cry
I shoot again.
Nothing.
I shoot again.
Nothing. Bullets do nothing
“Bullets do nothing…” I echo my thoughts out loud...
I cry painfully, I cry with the woman
listening to her screams, I hold the gun in my hand defeated, the pain in my leg coming
back as the adrenaline rush goes away…it hurts more now. Now that i think about it
My head hurts, it's throbbing, my leg hurts, it stings, my eyes hurt, I'm tired, my ears
hurt, they're ringing…
Ringing…
Ringing…?
“Ringing!”
I shout looking at the phone on the desk. A smile makes its way onto my face, I dial the
numbers 9-1-1.. As it rings i hear the usual welcoming voice
“9-1-1 what's your emergency?”
“Hi umm…I need help there is a screaming lady trying to hurt me here, im a park
ranger…I need help” I say with a more happy tone, thankful to call
“Sir, pranking the phone number for 9-1-1 is against the law. Please don't call again”
“What no! No! No! I seriously need help!” I say quickly, losing my happy tone and smile.
The line cuts.
I cry, harder than I've been crying, I sob uncontrollably, I look at the woman floating
outside before I sit back down. I sniffle crying painfully, I begin copying the
woman…crying and screaming.
“There is no way out” I say aloud
There is.
A voice says to me. A sudden force sends my attention to the gun in my hand. As I pull
back the slide of the gun, I load it with its final bullet ready.
The woman screams again, she isn't going to stop soon, i continue crying. The gun’s
muzzle finds its way to my head.
Im met with silence, shortly after.
- Writer
