Blood....blood
it was all I could think of as I waited for the trigger to be pulled.
I was looking straight into the cold merciless eye's of the man who knew all to well of the faint aroma given off by the barrel of his SD-40 silver handgun. I knew that if I was to show any emotion that bullet would travel right through my head faster than I could react so I kept quiet as he and I stood face to face in the darkness of the heated room.
with every passing second I could see him growing very tense and impatient.
"Why don't you just pull the trigger?" I asked with a tone that sounded fake.
"I'm waiting" he replied with hesitation. But there was something about the way he answered, it was like he didn't expect me to ask that question.
"I sensed a bit of hesitation when you replied. Why do I get this feeling that you don't really want to shoot me." When he looked at me in the eye's all he saw was the red of them.
"ENOUGH! I WILL NOT HAVE THIS GO ON ANY LONGER!" The rage in his eyes was like staring into a fire......do full of hate.
People came rushing in when they heard the shot. All I felt was the clam sense of relief and a warm trickle of blood as my vision got grey and blurry. Just before I blacked out I saw her looking at me with tears running down her beautiful face.
