Dice [h.s.]

26

"And when her halo broke, she carved the halves into horns." -Jordan Sarah W.

Nothing and I mean not one thing in the whole entire world could prepare me for what I was about to do. My feelings and morals got mixed together in translation and I couldn't stop my reflex no matter how hard I tried.

And trust me, I tried

Seeing Harry shot to the ground right in front of my eyes was enough to cause a blazing storm in my thoughts and veins. This cop standing in front of us, pointing a gun at him, I felt so much hatred I couldn't contain it.

It was my breaking point

"Go away ma'am! He's a criminal!" The police officer held the gun confidently towards Harry's head, hand on the trigger.

He was going to kill him, Hell fucking no

I don't know what happened next except everything moved in slow motion. The next thing I knew, I was grabbing the gun from Harry's limp hand on the ground and aiming it straight at the cops head.

And then... A loud boom. The shake of my hand from pulling the trigger of the gun. The unmistakable collapse from the police officer and the ruthlessness I felt while staring at the man. The dead man.

I shot him. I shot the police officer holding Harry at gunpoint, straight in the head. I felt all air leave my lungs, leaving me wheezing for anything to help me breathe. I couldn't feel anything but the radiation from the gun, swimming in my veins and crawling on my skin.

I just killed him

"Kennedy, Kennedy hey. Hey it's me." I felt hands reach my face and a body in front of me but I couldn't even begin to move.

I felt paralyzed

"Kennedy, look at me." The hands pushed my eyes towards them and I locked eyes on the man I just saved.

Harry, and he was unharmed

"I just killed him." I couldn't feel anything but the coldness that had now riddled my body.

I feel like I was the one who was just shot

"Kennedy, hey keep your eyes on me. Come on we need to go." Harry pulled my face towards him again.

"I just kill him." I repeated like I was in a trance. My mind was black and numb. I couldn't even begin to cope.

Why is this happening? I've been trained to do this my whole life, why do I feel this way?

"I know Kennedy, but we need to go. I'll drive just, come on." Harry had a lot of worry in his voice. Did I say that out loud?

I don't care, I can't even begin to care

"H-harry I just k-killed him." I gulped back some random liquids to keep my throat hydrated. But I felt sick to my stomach.

"I know Kennedy, but we have to go, now. The police are going to be here any minute." I felt hands grab mine and start to pull me in the opposite direction I was facing.

I blindly followed the pull and looked back over to the dead man that I was the culprit of. Blood was rushing from his forehead, right where the bullet entered and I wanted to vomit.

My stupid fucking perfect aim

I was pushed into a car and a door was slammed beside me. My gaze was still towards the dead police officer. I can't peel my eyes away.

He was just trying to help me but I saved Harry instead, he was innocent

There was another door slam and then the fast roaring of an engine. My gaze was broken as curls filled my view. The car started to move faster than I could have ever driven it, especially in this state.