On Grieving Fireflies.
"Nathan put the gun down. Please just calm down. Please.." My voice cracks in fear.
"Don't tell me what to do! You think I'm stupid? Yeah, you think I'm stupid. You thought I was just going to stand here and watch you open your legs for another guy." His eyes began darting back and forth between Duncan and I who was standing behind me.
"Nathan please just put the gun down and let's talk about this." I plead with Nathan but he doesn't seem to hear me. His gaze fixcating on just Duncan now. Nathan continues to wave the gun around, his hands holding firm to the trigger ready to fire.
Before I get to say anything else I feel a hand grab my arm and pull me out of the way. I turn in time to see Duncan, with fear filled eyes, mouthing the word run. But I don't move. All I do is turn back around to face Nathan and begin walking towards him-slowly. I can see him at the corner of my eye trying to reach out for my hand and pull me back. But that only makes me walk faster.
I know that what I'm doing is stupid. Hell, maybe even insane, but this has to stop. Nathan has to stop. Duncan's eyes, so full of fear and confution and it makes me feel sick to my stomach. I shouldn't have dragged him into this but I didn't mean to do this. It just happened, and I wish I had just kept my big mouth shut. At least then he wouldn't have found out and he wouldn't be here in the first place. He was only trying to help and look where helping me has gotten him. All he wanted to do was protect me. That's all..
Two more steps to reach Nathan on the other side of my bedroom and all I hear is the sound of a gun going off.