Bright flashing lights, I could feel the music beats. The vibrations in the air as my intoxicated body swayed messily to the beat. Grabby hands everywhere as the perverts come out to hunt for their next meal. But my intoxicated mind didn't care.
Tipping backwards and forward as my drunken friend tells me we are going to play a game with her friends. The name easily slips my mind in this drunken state.
Russian roulette.
Not wanting this night to next, I nod as we make our way to the car. She drives, weaving in-between the lines. I giggle as I find this hilarious. The small building appears before us, we are a laughing giggling mess as we make our way towards the run down building.
Yanking the door open, I see it.
She is pretty indeed, polished just right for this night. What is inside her chamber is what is deadly. Her trigger waiting to be pulled by her next victim.
My mind still is a drunken mess as I sit down, next to a girl and a boy who look nervous. I see my friend pick up the gun, holding the pretty pearl to her chest.
Click.
Once click, nothing happens, she is safe. Next goes a boy, he too holds it to his chest.
Click.
The same reaction, a sigh of relief passes his lips. Two clicks.
He passes it to the girl sitting next to me, she holds to her chest. Her eyes squeezed shut. But I giggle as I was still intoxicated.
Click.
Three clicks now, my turn. I grab the shiny beauty. This pistol is death herself, but yet the wielder who holds her gives her the power.
I hold her to my chest.
Click. Scream. Last breathe.
The fourth click was my last...
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Moral of this story, think smartly about what you do before you do it.
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Poetry-Trigger Warning- This book is mainly me writing whatever comes to mind, so sometimes it's little scenes of stories that will never be written. It contains poems too, it's just whatever. It will have some fan fiction in it too. ;) I'll mark that wit...
