[still can't believe your gone, i can't get you to explain it.]
🌺☁️⚡️
"shoot me, dude." sadie sighed.
chosen pointed the pistol at her right leg.
"i don't want to." he confessed, letting out a shaky breath.
jacobs sighed, looking at jack.
"what if i hurt myself instead? or killed myself? does she still die?"
"i mean, it's not as fun but yeah, sure." jack answered.
chosen pointed the gun as his leg and shot, screaming in pain. everyone gasped in distress as chosen was breathing deeply.
jack leaned down and took the gun.
"okay, next. finn, spin."
"no." he simply answered.
"no?" jack asked.
"i won't do it."
"you say no, but yet you tell chosen to spin it."
finn looked at chosen who was holding his leg in pain. he took the bottle and spun it.
wyatt, it landed on.
