Girl With The Gun

Burst Bottle

I picked the gun up reluctantly, trying to get the feel of it because the way my dad said it I would be using it on a regular basis. My dad always wanted a son so he could show all his weapons and his painful torture tricks too but imagine his disappointment when I was born. My mother on the other hand always wanted a daughter to try and convince my father to change his ways and become the man he used to be, she nor I never succeeded. That's when it happened! The small but agile bullet caressed my mothers head shortly after putting a hole straight through it, I turned glaring at the black figure in the the dim light that just pulled the trigger. I ran to my mother as blood started pouring out of her head like a burst bottle and I started desperately trying to cradle her head under my warm chin begging for her to miraculously come back to me but she never did, I didn't want to believe that my father had just shot the women he once called the "love of his life".