The Fire's Gone. (Camp Camp)

Chapter Four.

Here we go...the moment that's been dreadful to write. Please keep in mind that this is a very real experience that people go through, and it's scary to witness. I hope my pacing worked well. Please, read and find some sense to appreciate those in your life who may be struggling.

TW - Guns, weapons, blood, gore, suicide.

Anyways, onto the chapter.

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Camp winds down. The sun has almost hidden from it's grassy horizon, as nature's small breeze fills the air, gently swaying the trees back and forth. The clock strikes 9:00 PM, the campers' curfew. One by one, David and Gwen wishes a good night to everyone and to each other. David makes sure to hug Gwen extra tight and long. He tells Gwen that he's gonna stick by the pier for a while since he needed to clear his mind. Gwen, being more worried than ever, voted against it, but he reassured her that he'd be fine, and that he'd be in the cabin in about 20 minutes. After some convincing, she obliged and went into the cabin, leaving David to sit himself by the pier, gleaming at the water for one last time.

His mind was empty. He thought this would be different, with every memory in his mind, flashing in his mind up until this point. All of his thoughts finally overcoming him, but no. It was nothing, static almost.

10 minutes pass. Standing himself up, he makes his way to the storage shed, feeling the cold air coursing through his veins as he carefully makes his way to the very back. He directs his gaze to the top shelf, seeing the forest green metal box, which at this point had been chipped, and even starting to rust. Without pausing, he reaches and grabs it, holding it in his arms.

With as much caution as he could possibly muster, he unlocks the case, opening the cover. His eyes focus on the object: a silver gun. He had kept it for protection, in case of an emergency. He didn't even realize it until now, but, he also kept it for this exact moment. He had no faith in himself then, and had none left now.

5 minutes. He loads the gun. Doing everything he needs to do so he can just pull the trigger. He stands in the center of the shed, feeling his head become dizzy, yet adrenaline filled. The anticipation was unreal, waiting for the right moment.

Seconds tick by. Now, he places the gun against his temple, his breathing all over the place, having so discernible pattern. This is it. Here and now. His last moments. The words 'I'm sorry' spinning in his head, no point in stopping it now.

10.

He hears the main cabin door open, heavy panting and thumping footsteps.

9.

The thoughts in his mind cease, focusing on the noises outside.

8.

The voice of Gwen echoing throughout the area, screaming for David.

7.

Sounds of the campers waking up, shouting for him.

6.

Max's voice stands out, as he chokes on his own sobs, shouting for David like mad.

5.

Gwen finally sees the storage cabin in the distance.

4.

Every so slightly pushing on the trigger.

3.

Bang, bang, bang, David please open the door.

2.

Vision met with darkness as he closes his eyes.

1.

𝘉𝘢𝘯𝘨.

Startled, Gwen jumps back, landing on the ground, hands covering both of her ears as the campers stare in fear. She yells at everyone to stand back, to stay away from the door. The door, since it was wooden, was down in no time as Gwen full-forced kicked the door down.