Why Is All I Can Ask

Why Did I Pick Up The Gun?

POV (Tommy)

The figure of the person comes closer to the closet doors. One hand on the knob to open it, the other knocking gently.

"Tommy, don't worry. It's me, Phil."

POV (Wilbur Soot)

Kristin looks over at me with utter disbelief in her expression. We didn't have to speak to know what each other was wondering, it was pretty obvious what was on our mind. The gun sleeve in Phil's car.

"Kristin-" My attempt at a conversation is stopped by another car pulling up in the parking lot. I knew this car all too well. It was Sally's.

She comes out of the car, "What do you think you're doing here?! Do I need to stab you again so you can learn your lesson? Who've you got with-"

"Stop talking. Who is in the house currently, I must know now!"

"Tommy and Jared, dipshit."

I grab Kristin by the wrist and run with her to the house's door. With both my hands I knock desperately, shouting, "TOMMY! PHIL!"

The knob of the door turns slowly, we both move away from it, as if we were scared of what was on the other side of that door. Scared is an understatement. We were both standing there, terrified.

"Don't worry, Will, we're fine."

Phil stands at the door frame, light drops of blood splattered on his clothes. His arm around Tommy, who is beside him. A smile plastered on both of their faces. A pistol in Phil's right hand.

"...Phil-"

"Is badass." Tommy chimes in.

Maybe I don't know Phil as well as I thought. For fucks sake, I didn't even know he owned a gun. He just murdered for a kid that he didn't even like when he met him. I'm grateful for him though, for protecting my son.

This poses a shock for his wife, Kristin, as well. I doubt she knows what he was going to do. Now her husband had murdered someone, which obviously left her for a less of words.

Another gunshot is heard from behind us. We look back to see Sally with a gun. A body drops to the floor in front of us. It's Phil.

POV (Tommy)

Everyone freezes as they look at Phil with a shot wound to his leg. I chose to pick up his gun though. Why did I pick up the gun?

"Oh, baby. You're feeling bold today, aren't you?" Sally grins, gun aiming for my face.

Two options, kill or be killed. Such little time. I've never felt so much adrenaline pumping through me. I'm just a kid, I shouldn't have to deal with stuff like this. I'm just a kid, I can't deal with this. At this very moment I could die, and this would be the end. Or I become a murderer, and kill my own mother. Even if I may not like her, she is a person.

"TOMMY! Give me the gun!" Wilbur snaps me out of my thoughts.

"No…"

Why did I say that? Please, take the gun!

"I need to do this."

I want my mom, I love my mom! I NEED her!

A sinister laugh emites from Sally, "You're going to kill me huh?! Come on then. You're the dumb child who keeps crawling back to us, despite us not wanting you. You're the one who tortures yourself by staying in your shit situation. Now you'll have to live with the guilt of killing your own mother. I'm embarrassed to even call you my son."

"Well, I bet he's embarrassed of calling you his mother!" Wilbur rebuttals, still looking frazzled from the events occurring.

Kristin is at Phil's side, trying to call the police with her shaky hands. Phil is holding her hand as comfort for her. Wilbur is watching Sally and I with a close eye, looking frightened out of his mind.

"Sally, don't shoot Tommy, please. I know you won't listen to me, but please have some humanity for a second. He may not be your son, but he is my son!" Wilbur's full body shakes vigorously, like a vibrator on its highest setting. He seems like he'd break in any second, tears welled up in his eyes.

Sally puts her finger on the trigger, and I match her movements. We take a deep breath in unison.

*gunshot*