Short Stories For Ye

Forever A Screwed Up Kid

   The gun wandered to his head, wavering there for a few moments before coming to rest by his side again. He should've, he knew he should've allowed his finger to press the trigger back.  /Should've/.

   Eltry knew he couldn't bring himself to do it, especially with his cowardly intellect. His hands shook, holding the silver gun in them. He had stolen it from his fathers basement, just for this. For an endless possibilities of ways to make his body in the right position, for it to be leaned against the off-white wall just like his mothers. But he just.. couldn't pull the trigger with the cold silver pressed against his skin. It was just hard, thinking about it constantly, and now that he had finally had the chance to do something. Eltry had given up on it. Possibly.

   His gaze wandered to the wall on the opposite side of his neat room. Its content band posters and such (nerd lel). Eltry took a deep breath, studying the gun which shook encouragingly in his hands. He lifted it again, intent on pulling the trigger. The cold metal pressed against his temple and he squeezed his eyes shut, pressing against the small trigger..

   "What are you doing?"

His eyes shot open again, staring dumbfounded at the person infront if him.

His dad.

Eltry immediately lowered the gun, seeing his father's hard gaze. He took a breath to say something clever, like he always would do. But no words came out, only a quiet whine of guilt. His father walked over, crouching down infront if him. He snatched the gun from Eltry's hands and set it to his side. "What are you doing?"His father asked, emphasis on every word in his deep voice. Eltry shook his head, shrugging with confusion and fear of what he had actually pondered on. His father reached his hand forward, resting it on Eltry's shoulder. The most fatherly gesture he could give at this point in time. Eltry flinched, head lifting a bit like a spooked animal. "You are one screwed up kid."His dad stated, smiling slightly. He moved his hand to the back of Eltry's neck and helped him off the ground. Eltry stood up with shaky legs, eyes never leaving his father's strangely kind face.

   "Surprised I haven't shipped you off to the asylum yet."

His words stung Eltry in a weird way, making him want to say something smart-ass but once again, no words came out. Eltry instead lunged forward with extreme aggression and wrapped his arms around his father, burying his face into his dad's shirt. His legs gave out on him, making slide down to his knees. At this position, Eltry was hugging his father's waist and staring up at him, tears spilling from his  sad eyes.

Forever a screwed up kid.