Six Blocks

Chapter one

((WARNINGS: Mention of suicide, offensive language, and alcohol/blunt use!!))
Chapter one
<<Needs>>

SHE CAUTIOUSLY WALKED TOWARDS THE shed, near the lake.

She peeked over to see her friends older brother, she narrowed her eyes and looked closer to the item in his hand.

She tiptoed closer, hiding behind a tree.

"I can hear you, Nakota." He spoke softly, he didn't bother to turn around and look towards her direction, instead he sat on the bench that faced towards the lake.

She sighed in defeat and marched towards him.

"Hey Waylon!" She smiled brightly, but the smiled faded just as quickly as it came once she realized what was in his hands.

"Hey..uh..Waylon.." She frowned and sat next to him.

"Yeah?" His voice was still soft, he scooted over a bit when she sat next to him.

"Why...why do you have a gun?" She rose an eyebrow and looked up at him with curiosity.

He shrugged and looked down at the weapon in his hands, "I don't know."

"It's..just weird, I never would've thought you'd be the one to have a gun, I mean, you don't go hunting with a pistol...and I don't usually see you use it.." She also looked down at the gun.

She smiled mentally at the thought of how nice and kind Waylon is, it confused her why he had a gun.

"That's why I hide it here, where no one will find it, except you now," He chuckled softly, "Since you found me with it."

"What?"

He looked at her, "What do you mean, what?"

"It doesn't make any sense, why have it if you're not gonna use it?" She frowned slightly and made eye contact with him.

He frowned when she frowned, he quickly looked away, then down at the gun and sighed.

"I think you should go back inside with, Natasha, I don't wanna talk about this with you." His voice was stern but also soft as he looked straight, avoiding eye contact.

She nodded and looked down at the gun.

"Yeah okay, I understand.." Her eye brows furrowed and her frown grew.

"You should go."

"Please tell me why you have it.." She looked up at him with needy eyes.

"Nakota, no." His voice was no longer soft.

"Just tell me...c'mon, please."

He let out a sigh and looked at her with a frown, "I keep it in case...I ever..wanna commit suicide..."

Her eyes widened, and there was a moment of silence.

"Oh..you're serious.." Her eyes softened and she glanced at the gun, "..why?"

"You wouldn't understand, you're only twelve." He responded almost immediately.

"Well you're only thirteen, so tell me...please? I could try to understand, I just want to know.."

He let out a big sigh, "It's all just to much sometimes, life is just a pain, and having the gun here, knowing there is a way out...it....it puts me at ease, knowing I could escape if it gets to bad.." He looked the other way and bit his lip.