.22 caliber

Everything

Marcy wanted to stay with me for a few days. No idea why.. She said that she needed time to think. I loved it when she spent the night. I loved it when she was close. I loved to protect her. I was in love with her. She was my everything.

"Oli?" Her head was on my chest. We were watching "Rocky Horror Picture Show", one of her favorite movies.
"Yes, baby?"
"What would you do if I died?"
"Turn into a big titty baby and cry for years."
"But why?"
"Marcy, what are you trying to say?"
"Nothing.. I just.. I don't think I want to be alive anymore."
I sat up.
"What?"
"Oli.." She started to cry.
"Baby, no.." I held her.
"Do you remember Stephanie?"
"Bitch face Stephanie?" I couldn't remember her last name.
"Yes."
"What about her?"
"I hear her voice."
"What does it say?"
"Mean things.. You remember Kyle? And the McAlaster twins?" She cried harder.
"Baby.." I held her closer.
"I heard them too.. And those faggots that hurt me. And Selena Angelo.." She pressed herself against me.
"But mainly, I hear this one big voice." She continued. "He named himself after my daddy's handgun.. '.22 caliber'. He wants me to kill them. I'm scared Oli. I need you to help me."
But I had no clue what to do. I was just as scared as her. I couldn't protect her from herself.