GUN IN MY HAND

PROLOGUE

'Was it for redemption?

Was it for revenge?

Was it for the bottle?

Was it for the ledge?

Was it for the thrill of pushing my hope to the edge?

Why did love, why did love put a gun in my hand?'

BANG!

The deafening detonation reached deep inside my chest, and probably a mile around.

The silence following was louder though, deadly. Or maybe it was just me as I was crippled with the impact of everything that had happened striking me like a bullet.

I wasn't moving. I wasn't breathing. I wasn't feeling anything.

Yet even if it felt like all the blood had left my body, the red spreading on the beaten earth didn't belong to me, but to the lifeless body collapsed on the ground.

I was the one with the gun in my hand, staring with wide eyes at the life I had taken. A life just like mine, young and full of promises, surely even more than mine, and with a beating heart that I had hit precisely.

Looking into my eyes not long ago, I was sure they wouldn't have guessed I would shoot them in the back—I wouldn't have myself.

How had I ended up in this position?

As I seemed to regain consciousness, a billion questions rushed through me, and I blinked at the lifeless body like it could give me an answer.

When had I chosen to pull the trigger? Where did this gun come from? What had led me to this place at this exact moment? Who was I to do something like that?

But maybe it all came down to one question: Why did love put a gun in my hand?

Here we are!! So many questions! Can you already guess the answers? And who did she kill? 🤔😏

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