Bam!
The gunshot rings in my ears. I jump onto my feet, my chair overturning as I let my book fall onto the carpeted floor. I don't hear it hit the carpet. I bolt upstairs, throwing open the door to our bedroom. The air is thick and heavy, dripping with the scent of copper. It suffocates me as I drag my eyes over the room, and all of the air vacates my lungs as my eyes rest upon the wall.
Blood... There's so much blood. It's splattered all over the white wall, trailing down to reveal patterns that are grotesquely beautiful. I force my eyes down farther, and drop to me knees at the sight. You're slumped on the floor, blood running down your beautiful body, ruining your favorite shirt. You always said that you want to die in that shirt...
You stare at me through glassy, unseeing eyes. Tugging my gaze down even lower, I see the gun resting by your hand. Tears glide down my face, falling onto the blood-stained carpet. I notice a crumpled bit of paper in your left hand, and crawl over. I take it in my trembling hands, trying to put together the scrawled letters. There's only three words.
'I love you.'
My tears splash onto the paper, leaving little spots of salt all over it. My ears are still ringing as I clutch the note to my chest, crying out for you. Giant hands grab me by my shoulders, ripping me away from you, leading me out the door. I see lights out the window, flashing red and blue. Shoving the note into my jeans pocket, I let them lead me away, stealing one last glance at those beautiful eyes.
Those beautiful eyes, once filled with so much hope, and life, and joy.
Now they're dull.
