australian roulette :: m.g.c.

0.6

ashton had so many dreams that would never be fulfilled.

he had wanted to be a famous drummer in a band. he wanted to see his little sister and brother get married. he wanted to see his best friends find love and keep it. he wanted to start a family. he wanted to save lives.

he wanted to marry marie.

he was so in love it was crazy. ashton wanted to wake up next to her every morning and fall asleep next to her every night. he wanted to watch her walk down the aisle towards him. he wanted to take extra special care of her for the nine months she carried his child. he wanted to grow old with her. some might say it was sappy or unrealistic but it was what had kept him going all these years. but now he would never kiss his girl ever again or hold her in his arms. the last word he heard from her was 'three'. it was sort of sad that their last words weren't something cheesy like 'i love you' or they hadn't kissed before death. oh well, there was no way to go back now. you can't erase the past and you can't raise people from the dead.

ashton's many dreams would never come true.

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"ashton!" marie screamed at the top of her lungs as the dead boy's head fell on her lap.

"ashton?" she whispered, shifting his head so she could see his face. his hazel eyes were closed, his lips parted slightly. she whimpered as she saw the hole in the side of his head.

"no," she pressed her hand against his temple, desperately trying to stop the bleeding. "no, no, please god no." she sobbed out, her face contorting and tears falling rapidly from her eyes.

"i love you, ashton. please, wake up. you've got to wake up! what about all the plans we made? we're supposed to get married and have kids! please, don't . . . don't leave me." but she knew all of her pleading was useless. he was dead. gone. never to smile again.

calum removed the gun from her hand and ashton's, then put them back in the box. michael did what he had done so many times before. round six was about to begin.

marie was still mumbling and crying over ashton's body. the others were crying because of the stench from the dead bodies. they'd placed their shirts over the nose and mouth, the waste from death a disgusting smell. calum and michael dragged the bodies over to a corner and made a smaller circle.

marie quietly sang to ashton in a broken voice stacy's mom by fountains of wayne. ashton and marie loved to dance to the song, playing it at least once a day.

calum passed marie a gun. she picked it up, pressed it to her temple, pressed a kiss to ashton's forehead, and nodded for sara to start counting.

"one." the tears wouldn't stop flowing down marie's cheeks and falling down her neck.

"two." marie thought that if this was a disney movie she would just cry on ashton and he'd be alive but, unfortunately, this was not a disney movie with a happy ending.

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

bang.

the other half of one of the three broken couples collapsed, red staining the floor. the sides are evening up more now. three girls and three boys dead now.

calum.