Colors ↠ m.c

02| Blue ☹

"He'll never even know ... he'll be gone before you know it, so what difference does it make if he's dead or alive?..."

    "He'll be dead, not alive," I said, staring down at the gun in my hands, my finger lightly tracing the trigger. "He can't even see you..."   

    The thing that I hate about my mind is that it's my mind. I can't run away from it, escape from it, I can't even lie to it. "C'mon, it won't be bad. You'll be saving him from his sentence in jail he'll be getting soon..."   

    "N-no," I muttered, gathering the courage to disobey my own orders. "What? Say it again, I dare you..."   

    "No."   

    "If you don't do it, I swear Michael instead of him being killed it'll be you..." I could feel my heart rate increase, and I looked out to whom I was being told to kill. Just point it at his head, press the trigger, try to not cry, and it's over. It's done. Then the torture I'm being put through would go away, right?   

    "Do it, now!..."

a/n

these chapters won't make sense for a while but will start to <3 trust me every chapter has a role no matter how many words

-IMPORTANT-

whenever there's a "..." at the end of a sentence and it doesn't say "I trailed off" or "He trailed off" or whatever then that's Michael's mind which is like key info!

i honestly feel so proud of myself that i actually came up with the entire plot on my own <3