The ringing of my alarm clock is what woke me up. God It's so loud... why can't I just sleep in? Although I wish I could just lay in my comfy bed until the headache subsides, I sit up and rub my head.
"Fuck..." I mutter to myself, "what the hell happened last night..?"
I look around slightly. The room seemed messier than usual. I then look down... is that blood? Panic sets in and the headache gets worse. I feel my heart beating in my cheat.
Thu-bump. Thu-bump. Thu-bump.
I quickly get up and run into the bathroom. I nearly scream out it pain. I look down once again. Holy shit that's a lot of blood- wait... "Is that a fucking gun shot-?!". I quickly and painfully pull off my pants. Yep, gun shot. I start panicking more.
Thu-BUMP. Thu-BUMP. Thu-BUMP.
"Oh shit- oh fuck-" I lean up against the wall. Reaching into the cabinet under the sink, I push past the cleaning supplies and grabbed bandages to wrap my bloody leg. "What the hell happened last night..."
~~~
I sat at the bar drinking. Usual Friday. I sigh and take the final sip of my Super Light beer when a man sits next to me. He wore a heavy coat which was odd since it was summer. Of course that wasn't all, his jeans were dirty and his shirt seemed old. The man's brown hair was slicked back.
"Now what's a fine young lady like you doing out here all alone?" He asks. He didn't sound drunk.
"Well I'm getting a drink obviously.." I mutter, already irrated
"Well may I offer you one?" He smiled
"I'm fine but thanks I guess" I grab my bag, hoping to leave.
"Hey-" the man calls out to me, "could I show you something?"
My stupid drunk mind said 'fuck it.'. "Sure I guess."
The man smiled and took my hand. He lead me out and we walked to the forest.
It was dark and warm. How is this man wearing that thick coat?
"How long till we're there?" I ask, annoyed.
"Soon, malady." He held my hand firmly.
I mentally cringe at that. "Malady?!" I yell at him in my head. We reach a small field and the man finally let's go. He passes me something out of his coat and walks to the other side of the field. I look down confused and see what's in my hands... a gun. I look to the man and he looks at me.
"All you need to do, is shoot. That's it"
I stared at him in complete fear and terror. He aimed his gun up. "Fucking shoot or I'll go first." He now sounded mad. Why does this guy want me to fucking soot him?! Oh god- what do I do-?
"SHOOT ME-!!" He yells then- BANG! That's the last thing I hear before it all goes dark... bang.
((Hey! Thanks for reading! This is a 492 word short story called bang. I wrote at 10pm so it's probably shit. I hope you enjoyed!))
YOU ARE READING
BANG!
Short Story| | A SHORT STORY WRITTEN BY KAYLA SPEERS | | Do you ever have those morning where you don't remember what happened the night before but then you remember you were out drinking with some mates? That's what happened to Kriss- or atleast that's what s...
