Pull The Trigger (Poofless fanfic)

Forever-ever

Robert walked with Mitch in silence every once in a while glancing at each other. Robert wasn't sure how he could lose Mitch with the brat practically joined at his hip. They made it to the main entrance when Robert stopped. Mitch turned to him with a questioning look.

"You okay buddy?" He said in his stupid accent. Robert just hummed then replied:

"We should split up before walking the perimeter." Mitch stood for a while and thought over everything.

"I guess." He started walking out the double doors and to the right. Robert walked opposite and was happy that Mitch was gone. He never really liked Mitch. Probably his least favored of the group. His stupid accent annoyed him. His dumb jacket he constantly wore over any shirt. He just hated everything about Mitch.
Jason Robert honestly thought to be the whiney brat that you can't help but like. Robert had mixed feeling about the guy. He always seemed cheery and everything sunshine until Robert was in his line of sight. The type of person that you don't really want to make mad.
Tyler was just nasty. Then again Robert didn't know the back story about him.
Ty well he was like a badass in training. A wannabe thug. If he wanted to get anywhere in the ghetto he should get a haircut. He might as well be a self loathing emo, or socially aggressive goth. (A/N: yeah believe it or not but goths, emos, and scenes are very different.)
Adam was...interesting. He was too energetic for Robert's liking but the stupid jokes he cracks have managed to get Robert to smile. Just a class clown.
Jerome on the other hand was a total badass. Well compared to Robert he's more like the annoying shits that think they're cool until they need a job. When ever Mitch was around Jerome always went soft. Never show weakness.
Robert kept walking along the sidewalk that bordered the school until he came across the shed with gym equipment. It was something like a horror film. Some genius decided to grow trees in random places around the school and the ones around the shed almost covered it in a protective manner. There were untamed plants that grew in the confines of the trees and not even the flowers made it look pretty.
Robert hesitantly walked towards the dark little shed. As he walked he tried his best to dodge tree roots and sharp weeds. When he got to the door he slowly pushed it open and conveniently found Preston digging through some old gym equipment.

"Preston." Robert was pissed that Preston had caused such a ridiculous panic amongst their small group of losers.

"Get out." Preston said with a slightly wavy voice. Robert didn't move. It was only when Preston found what he was looking for when he flinched in his stance.

"Put that down." Robert half demanded half stated.

"You just don't get it. I'm so sick and tired of this horrible life. My mom is a sex slave that refuses her own child. My dad is constantly in a blood lust. And. My baby brother wants me dead." Preston explained as if he didn't care. Robert saw his eyes though. They were as always. Dark, hidden with fake happiness.

"Wait Preston." Robert said as Preston put the barrel of the hand gun in his mouth hitting the back of his throat. It was perfectly on target. The place a human couldn't live without on the brain. Preston looked at him expectantly. Robert needed the money. He needed it bad. He clenched his fists before finishing his sentence.
"Pull the trigger."
In a flash Preston lay dead a gun lodged partly down his throat. His eyes were open wide as if his death was a shock to himself. Robert took out his phone and snapped a quick u blurred photo of the mess Preston had made.
In truth be told Preston's death wasn't anyone's fault but Preston's for he was the one that pulled the trigger. He just could take the heavy weight that came with a mental disorder and a troubled family. Though it was his fault for he didn't seek out help when he needed it. He hid it away as if it were nothing. No one is to blame but the person who pulled the trigger.
With that Robert left. He never looked back. How could he ever love someone so weak? It was true love though.
They say true love lasts forever. What they don't say is sometimes for ever can be one second.
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Now Robert has grown up. Left his troubled past behind him. He is happy now. He has a beautiful wife and two kids. Where is is wife? In his basement. Where she belongs. Chained and begging to be fucked. His children are both girls with boy names. He has let go of his past. Of the rotting flesh in the now closed school equipment shed. The corps of his once true love.

"Preston." He'd call on his least favored daughter. The troublesome girl was always late. She had ugly blond hair and horrific light blue eyes. The only thing pretty about her was her skin color. Black, purple, and blue. Sometimes red. While her face remained untouched. Her skin so beautifully represented the once living corps. She wouldn't cry ever only when she was earning her pity. But he still loved Preston both of them. Forever. Because no one knows how long forever is, except the person declaring forever.

(A/N: yeah, I watched the human centipede and I was in the mood for writing something dark. Well hope you enjoyed! I'd love to hear your thoughts and any requests for another book. Thanks for reading!)