Having a gun in my hands for the first time has made me feel kind of powerful, like I have abilities above the rest of the people. It is true partially; I could end someone's life with no effort in a second if I were mentally strong enough to do it. It is hilarious how easy it is to get power among everyone: a single piece of metal that a hand could fit gives you the power of intimidation and the potential to kill. But it is of no importance to my goal. I have a gun; now I can fulfill my wish. "Do it... Do it... Do it... DO IT!!!". I can't stop hearing this voice, but whatever, it doesn't bother me that much; I just dislike it.
As I was going to leave, opening the rusty metal door, I heard Jim's voice in the back:
- Hey kid, come here - Jim showed me with his hand - I don't need your money.
- You don't? - I asked confused.
- Tell me what is happening with you man. Something is wrong, you wouldn't be buying guns just because. Take your money... you can keep the gun, but use it wisely.
- Why do you care about me all of a sudden?
- You see, you kind of remind me of myself. Look around yourself, you don't want to end up like me don't you. Miserable, unlovable, drug addict and more awful things are all I am.
"He is trying to stop you, kid. DON'T LISTEN TO HIM." I was really confused. The little voice didn't let me think properly. Jim... my cousin who hasn't talked to me in the last year, cares about my future, but why? Not even my closest family members or any other people I see on a daily basis care about my existence. Why Jim? "He's just a drug addict, probably high or something, now let's get out of here!". No... No, no, no, no. Every person has feelings, I guess. Not all bad people are as bad as we think, after all. But why emotions or feelings? What are they? They can't be just chemical reactions in our bodies. "Stop thinking about this, who even cares?! We got what we wanted, now let's get out of here.". Something spiritual has to do with them. Love, joy, hate, sorrow? Why? Different people feel differently yet our bodies have the same functions. I don't get it. We are more than just organisms. We are bee...
- Hello? You there? - Jim was looking at me confused as I wasn't responding.
- Oh yes, yes I am here. Sorry, I got lost in my thoughts.
- You do remind me of myself.
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J
SpiritualHow does a person feel? What does make us feel that way? The main character asks these and more questions along his life journey. Something haunts him forever and he doesn't know who or what it is. It make shim think and think and think, until final...
