australian roulette :: m.g.c.

0.7

calum never thought he would pick the loaded gun.

he honestly thought, though it sounded cocky, that he would win. that he would win the game of australian roulette. but he didn't think. he didn't think of the stench that comes along with dead bodies. he didn't think about the fact that his friends would have to die for him to live. he didn't think that his girlfriend was going to die. he just didn't think. he didn't think when he needed to. he could think when he was trying to sleep but not when lives were at stake. he would have kicked himself in the balls if he were still alive.

he should have realised after sapphire died that it was a bad idea. but he just watched on and helped michael collect the guns as the life poured out of sapphire, luke, lisa, ella, ashton, and now himself. he couldn't believe that he let ella play this game. as soon as michael brought out the guns he should have grabbed her hand and dragged her out of that basement. he shouldn't have even brought her there in the first place. he thought they were just going to play video games and eat pizza. he knew ella didn't particularly feel comfortable around his friends. and now she was gone and he was gone and their future was gone.

he should've done this and he should've done that and he should've left and he should've done so many things. it was his fault. he felt so guilty. they were dead because of him. just because he wanted to die doesn't mean anyone else had to. he'll never see them again. and maybe that's a good thing. maybe he doesn't deserve to ever see his loved ones again. after all, he was the selfish one, the one that dragged ella there despite her protests, the one that brought the alcohol, the one that agreed. it was all his fault.

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sara hadn't stopped crying. she'd started crying when sapphire died and hadn't stopped since then. she was losing her friends one by one. it had finally set into her that this was the stupidest idea she'd ever agreed to in her whole life. the others agreed with her but no one spoke aloud about it. they weren't comfortable with this game at all anymore. well, except for michael. this was the most fun he'd had in ages. the manic grin hadn't left face since he'd pulled out the guns.

"your turn to count, alex," michael stated as he handed the box once again around the small group. "let round seven begin."

"come on, michael. enough of us have died." sara said, holding the box in her lap.

"no. we have to finish the game. you agreed to play, you wait until the end." alex pulled the box from sara, grabbed one then gave it back to michael. alex began to count.

"one." only four are left.

"two." michael, marie, sara, and alex.

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

bang.

alex flinched as her blood exploded onto him, soaking the other side of his shirt.

"finally. we are almost finished. only three of us left." michael mumbled as he wrote down her name.

sara.