Writing Journal

[Short story] | Shot 🖤

Welcome, and thank you for giving this a 'shot'.
That wasn't funny, was it?
damn it.

Anyhow, just look at the warnings below and enjoy the little story.
warnings [death] [pain] [murdered]

There it was. The little red dot I have been afraid of, for as long as I can remeber. Gazing over my body and eventually heading within a beeline towards my heart. Despite it being just a ray of light, I could still feel the coldness it brought with it, coming from the person that was approaching me. A lumb in my throat, as my body knew itself too, that this was the end of it.

I saw more men in completely black armour surrounding me, painting my black tanktop and bare, porcelain white arms with more red little dots. Besides yells, was smoke the only thing that filled the previously 'clear' air. The white clouds, mercilessly finding their way into my lungs, making it nearly impossible to breathe. Slowly but surely, fully cutting off my airway, leaving me choking while falling to the ground.

The stings were unbearable and it felt like my lungs were burning from the inside out. My body was in protest by the minimized amount of air, making me gag and cough uncontrollably.

Now black, small spots were restricting my sight and the tears that were build up in my eyes, did not improve it either. The growing black spots escalated quicker than I thought and before I knew, my vision was entirely gone.

The sudden and heavy sting I felt in my heart, almost instantly after the trigger being pulled, let me know that this was it. My body went numb and I felt all my senses stopping abruptly.

After all the hard work it had finally come to an end. Maybe not the end I had hoped for, but I was free. I was no longer attached to all the mistakes I had made in the past and maybe I could finally get the second change. The second change, I had always longed for.

reading time [01.32]
word count story [308]
word count total [358]