Not Arsen
As the trigger was pulled and the ring of a gunshot was heard throughout the auditorium, I stood frozen in my spot on the middle aisle. I just continued to stare at the dead boy that laid lifeless on stage. His eyes were glazed over and there was blood pouring out of the wound. I couldn't wrap my mind around the fact, that he actually pulled the trigger. So, I stood planted in my spot while everyone went into hysteria.
Arsen
After pulling the tiny sliver of metal that ended my life, it never seemed like I was dead. Nothing happened. I still sat on the stage gun to my head.
Not Arsen
Everyone was gone. Well everyone besides me and the dead body. I began walking up to the stage, and up the stairs. Up to Arsen's dead body and to the gun that wasn't in his hand. I slowly walked to his body and hovered over it staring at his dead features.
"Why?" I whispered. "Why, do you always kill me further?"
With that I walked over him and walked towards the gun. I picked it up slowly and began back to Arsen. I sat next to him and twirled gun in my hand.
"Arsen, why did you have to kill me too? Why do you like to torture me? Arsen, are you listening to me! To me pour out my heart to you?" I laughed slightly, I was talking to a dead boy that never even cared for me.
"Gosh Arsen, I feel so selfish. I get why you had to. I mean everyone wanted you dead, sometimes even me. I get why it was hard, I get it. What I don't get is why you, Arsen Blackwell killed yourself so soon. Why you couldn't have left at the end of our senior year." I paused to wipe my eyes. "Arsen, I love you . And you have no idea. I was going to tell you yesterday but, you were so cold, so sad. So broken."
I finally let it all sink in. He was dead and the body right next to me. Now he was starting to pale. To honestly say it scared me would be an understatement. I was terrified. Terrified of what would happened next. Would I break, would I become just like the dead boy next to me? Would my heart tear into two pieces?
"Arsen, why did you leave me to be you?" I had asked Arsen Blackwell for the last time.
I only stood with sobs racking my body and pushed through the theater doors.
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Ruthless
Teen Fiction"HELLO EVERETT HIGH AND WELCOME TO MY SUICIDE." ----------------- Arsen Blackwell was a murderer. Arsen Blackwell was a monster. Arsen Blackwell hated himself. Arsen Blackwell....... .......Well he was dead.
