australian roulette :: m.g.c.

0.4

lisa had no idea she was going to die that night when she went over to michael's to hang out.

everyone thought she was too determined and strong-headed. basically, they thought she was a bitch. and maybe she was. but the thing was, she just didn't want to get hurt. so she put up walls and disguised them with different traits. hardheadedness, stubborness, opinions. she made herself the way she was to simply not get burnt. but then alex came and found the cracks in the walls. he dug his way to her heart, along with her friends. lisa loved alex, but she had never told him in fear of being rejected. little did she know, alex loved her too. he wouldn't have persevered until he broke in if he didn't. he'd loved her for a while before finally speaking to her, admiring her from a far and planning a future with her. but now that was never to be. lisa was dead. her heart had stopped beating. her lungs had collapsed. her brain had leaked out. her blood was on the floor.

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alex had squealed like a little girl. but he wasn't ashamed. his girlfriend had just dropped dead right in front of him. he poked her arm, still in disbelief that her life had been taken away that quickly. one move of a finger just ended her life and it's impossible to get it back.

alex felt numb. he bit his lip as he brushed her thick blood covered blonde hair back from her face and behind her ear. her blue-green eyes stared back at him, causing alex to jump back in fright. he reached out again. the lines in between her eyebrows and around her eyes had softened and her mouth wasn't pulled down into her constant scowl. she was even more beautiful. but she was also dead. her skin was becoming paler by the second and her lips had lost their ruby colouring.

michael rocked forward and plucked lisa's bloody gun from the puddle by her head and slid it behind him. he slipped another bullet in another gun for round four.

alex leant forward slightly and used his thumb to wipe away the blood from the corner of his dead girlfriend's mouth then pressed his lips against her's one last time. he sat back and chose his weapon from michael's parent's box. he raised it to his head and stared out at the other teens in the room. a question popped into his head as ella started to count to three.

"one." where are michael's parents?

"two." he would just ask him after.

"three." seven teenagers pulled their trigger, not knowing if their safe for now or they're going to lodge a bullet in their brain.

bang.

four down, five to go.

ella.