Before I Count To Three (Cellphone Novel) [HIATUS]

Chapter 38

As the cold tips flash past, I blink and feel a small image float up

In the back of my mind.

The barrel rests upon my cheek, then presses against my temple

Sliding down to my throat and indenting my soft skin

I whimper but a voice of clouded haze intones,

"Fear it."

I can't see the hand holding the grip.

I screw my eyes shut and scream.

The trigger moves and something slices the tip of my ear.

With a throb from that spot, the image vanishes and I grimace,

Holding my ear with one hand and squinting

Forward.