People say that the ones you would take a bullet for are the ones behind the trigger.
I am one.
I know how it is.
They don't know it, but I do.
"PULL IT!" I scream when ever they aim the barrel at my head, tears streaming down my face. "JUST FUCKING PULL IT ALREADY!"
They pull me in a hug, I yell. I scream. I bleed. But they don't hear...it's all in my head.
"PLEASE JUST PULL THE FUCKING TRIGGER AND END IT!" I scream louder, my lungs and head aching from effort, but they still don't hear.
They just put the gun on safety, lower their arms and cry with me. They save me and yet...they hurt me.
Please...just pull.
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Short StoryInside their minds TRIGGER WARNING If you are heavily triggered, please don't read this. It evolves sucide, strong language, depression, blood, and more. So please please don't read this if that's the case.
