Running From Truth

Numero Cinco- Selfies

I'm a ruthless killer.

It wasn't just a thought.

It was a fact.

And the fact, in face freaked me out more than anything in the universe. More than my friends dying.

It was just a little insight as to the fear and dread that I'd face if I ever lost them...

How could any of these people even cope, how could I even cope?

"Look Myra, it's so damn hard starting off at first. But I promise the people that we kill, we're not bad people, we grieve after our kills. We feel. You were amazing, always saving people.
We do this for a reason that's how we cope.., That's how we live with ourselves." He says and pulls me in for a tight bear hug.

"How do you know," I ask him, "Why are you so sure?"

"Because a great person, told me the exact same thing, and if that great person was wrong. If that great person hadn't had as much truth in her eyes, more truth than chocolate. I had to believe her. Can you guess who that was?" He says lifting my head up with his finger. His eyes staring deeply into mine, transfixing me, putting me under a spell.
I shake my head, a slight thought pops itself in my mind.

"It was you." He said before leaning in, he stops around a few centimetres from my lips and then kisses my cheek instead.

"Your cheek is actually really soft." He laughs awkwardly, i giggle softly.

"You should shoot." He said smiling and nodding his head towards the targets set up against the wall.

Maybe he is right.

But what if he's the traitor?

That thought struck me like a lightening bolt and my body froze. No, it's not true. He's not, the first time I saw Ben that's when I got the thought. It must be Ben, it could be Ben. Plus Jeremy is to sweet and innocent to be capable of that kind of danger (I hope).

I turn my body towards the target. I aim my body straight towards the target. One hand supporting the gun by grabbing the grip. The other hand supporting the top of the gun. The pointer on my right latched onto the cold grey metal of the handgun. A sharp breathe in, I close one eye. Breathe out calming myself. Check my aim again, and before I know it my finger pulled the trigger of the gun. The force of the bullet pulling my hands down. The sound fierce and deep. Then a loud bang as the bullet reaches the bullseye of the target.

My face brings to life the biggest real smile I've shown since I woke.

I scream out in pain as a fierce ear piercing sound explodes out of no where. I collapse to the floor hopelessly. I can't support myself the world is slipping me from my grasps. I scream out again but no sound escapes. It all goes black. I can hear my breath over the darkness and quietness of the room.
In and out.
In and out.
In and out.

Something slams into my stomach the pain of a bullet wound and everything comes back to life. My memories. Everything. The first time I lost my tooth. The time we got Tilly...

Where's my dog?

I open my eyes sharply and force myself to stand up. No head aches, no body pains, just determination.

"Amazing!" Time speeds up and Jeremy doesn't seem to notice what happened. But... how I'm pretty sure my scream was louder than the roar of a dinosaur. But that doesn't matter, I turn my head towards Jeremy and smile widely. It's Jermey! I hug him close to my body and breathe in his familiar scent, god I missed him.

"Jeremy the last time I saw you was just before I was heading to America. Well not really, like a few moments ago but that doesn't count! But the last time you were crying and you had a gun in your pocket and it was slightly showing. So I told ya to hide it better, hidden from the eyes of the public." It all blurts up... I didn't think I could ever feel this happy.

"M- Myra?" His voice is full of surprise.