Inbalance

I Am Edith Melacasso

They will know my name

I could hear no other thought, except for the words "I am Edith Melacasso"

My drawer contained a .357 caliber snub-nose revolver that I had kept for defense, alongside cases of ammunition and a hard copy of my shooting license.

I picked it up and felt it in my hand. It was made of true metal and it cooled my palm to the touch. My adrenaline pumped all throughout my veins, making what would've been a heavy revolver, feel weightless yet powerful in my hand. I closed my eyes and held the short barrel to my lips, as if I was kissing it. Moisture built up from the exhaling out of my nose, making the steel fog and wet my bloody mouth, giving my blood texture again and eventually starting to run down to my chin and onto my neck.

thump thump thump

"Open the door, Edith!" Screamed my mother. "What the fuck is happening in there?"

My eyes shot open and looked at my door.

In the blink of an eye, I was at my door. I unlocked it and swung it open to reveal both of my parents, with an awful and worried expression on both of their faces

"Oh, my god what happened to you?" Exclaimed my mother. She raised her hands to grab my face and look at me, but she was not quicker than me.

I am Edith Melacasso

I raised my revolver and cocked the hammer. The last joint of my index finger wrapped around the trigger, with the barrel pressed up to my mother's forehead.

Without thought or feeling, I tensed my finger and closed my eyes

I didn't hear the gunshot or even feel the recoil of the gun. All I could hear was a constant low pitch ring, like a constant morse code dash. And despite my inability to hear, I felt a heavy thump under my feet.

When I had reopened my eyes, it was like you had put dark red paint on your fingertips and flicked it all over the hallway.

Pink blobs and blood droplets covered me and my door. Still writhing with life, I brushed them off of my shirt.

My dad was on his back, eyes opening and closing, out of confusion and blindness. His glasses had flew off of his face and I only imagined him only being able to see blurs, but knowing exactly what had happened.

I looked down at him condescendingly. I had the power now

I am Edith Melacasso

I looked at the revolver and took aim at my helpless father on the ground. My hearing was still shot. I could hear the distinct wails and cries of my father laying on the ground. It sounded like it was miles away, though I was standing directly in front of him.

I heard him say one last thing under the influence of my deafness

"I am sorry Edith. I love y-"

POP

And he was silenced by a noise much more prominent and violent than his pity cries.

I killed them. And I enjoyed it very much.

So much, I licked the barrel clean of their blood and brain. The moment my tongue touched the barrel, it burned and sizzled. My tongue experienced excruciating temperatures and was cooking my taste buds. They were burned white, and the surface of my tongue throbbed, covered with a deep scarlet color.

I removed the barrel from my mouth.

And something hit me. It hit me so hard that it took me off my feet. My body suddenly felt so heavy that I couldn't stand. My mind cleared of fog and I saw

What the fuck did I just do?

I laid in my doorway, pale as a ghost and yak'd all over my floor. My mother's lifeless body sat propped up against the wall directly across from my room. She stared at me, with unconscious eyes, never to move again.

Something in those eyes still showed sorrow and regret. Something that made me feel the worst regret no one should ever have to feel.

I killed them. And now I regret it

My revolver sat in my hand and half on the floor, covered in my saliva that had now burnt into a golden brown because of boiling temperatures.

With my constantly weakening strength, I pulled my revolver towards me and held it in front of my face.

It was time

I pressed the tip of the gun directly underneath my mouth. The pain on my tongue started setting in, and my chin burnt from it being pressed down.

I pressed down as hard as I could, gradually pushing the hammer down until finally it clicked

My eyes shed one last tear. And with that I pulled the trigger

Its not like people think it's like in movies. Your life doesn't flash before your eyes. You don't remember everything since birth.

Everything just slows down, almost to a halt though it took mere milliseconds for the bullet to reach the top of my skull and spew a fountain of blood.

Everything slowed down and began fading to black. Vision turned bright red from blood pouring from my head and falling onto my pupil.

But I didn't have the strength to blink.

But I had the strength to close my eyes, and give up

The End...