russian roulette → fivesauce

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michael

for some reason, i had a feeling it would land on me. was i surprised? no. but was i scared shitless? yes.

we all think about committing at least once, and we all plan it out and build up the balls to do it, but when you're actually put in the situation where you're looking death in the eye and she's smirking back at you, it's totally different.

as i downed my cup of jack, i felt everyone's eyes on me. i couldn't chicken out now. i was finally getting there. i honestly didn't know what to do.

the alcohol was messing with my brain and all i could think about was how my blood would splatter over ella and i didn't want to think of how she would have to wipe my blood off her face nor her reaction.

but when an isabelle was sitting opposite you with a smirk plastered on her face, there's no way anyone could say no.

my hand went for the gun, and as they did, ella's grip on my thigh tightened. i looked at her and smiled. she returned that smile.

"i'll meet you on the other side babe," she smirked as she leaned over to give me a peck on the lips.

"you betcha," i winked at her, thanking the alcohol for the sudden confidence boost. i spun the loading dock with my left hand as i tightened the grip with my left hand. i took a deep breath and raised the gun to the left side of my head.

i closed my eyes tightly, placing my finger on the trigger and thinking. one in six. more chance of not getting shot than getting shot. ella's face popped in my head again and in one quick movement, i pulled the gun away from my head. i inhaled deeply, and looked as isabelle's smirk disappeared from her face. she opened her mouth to say something, but quickly shut it afterwards. luke looked as if he was about to cry, eyes filled with sympathy. amy looked bored in a way. she picked at her fingernails, but i knew that she was trying to cover up for the fear she felt deep inside.

"calum pass the jack," i demanded. if i was going to go through with this, i needed to be drunk. calum passed it over with no hesitation, and watched as i practically chugged down the rest of it. i slammed it on the floor, making ashton jump, making me laugh. i laughed until there were tears streaming down my face, until i was rolling on the floor clutching my stomach and until isabelle came over and took the gun from me.

"mikey's not ready, even though he was like twenty minutes ago," isabelle rolled her eyes, "let's spin again."

"shut the fuck up isabelle, stop being a bitch," i grabbed the gun from her hands and placed it to my head. my hands were shaking to the extent where the gun was about to fall from my fingers.

one in six. one in six. one in six.

i closed my eyes, took possibly my last breath of air, and pressed the trigger.

click.

i threw the gun as far as i could away from me, possible hitting luke. i was shaking. shaking. shaking. ella jumped into my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck. but still, i was shaking. shaking.

one in six. one in six.

i didn't die. i wasn't dead. i hugged ella back, forcing my tears to not fall out.

ella crawled off my lap and handed me her untouched cup of alcohol. i drank that too as i looked at a still smirking isabelle.

"so, you're not a chicken after all?"

i smiled sarcastically and stuck up my middle finger at her. she threw her head back and laughed, as she placed the gun back in the centre of the seven of us, looked at all of us, including luke, who was rubbing his thigh and cursing me and the gun under his breath, and spun the gun once again.

one in seven. one in seven.

the gun stopped, its muzzle pointing directly at me.

fuck.

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dont kill me im sorry

mikey's my fav but its not like i can control the gun (i can cos im queen but hush)

IS HE GONNA DIE OR SHALL I LET HIM LIVE?

btw its 12 am and i have school tomorrow and i have heaps of homework and i havent even started im sorry.

comment what you think, because i love reading all your comments so much.

smile.

peace out

ella