The Gun

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I will never forget that day, the day where i picked up the gun...

I was standing outside my apartment, hearing banging from inside. I knocked on the door however there was no answer, I reached in my purse and pulled out a loaded hand-gun. I slowly and quietly unlocked the oak door, pushing it slowly. As I walked through the living room the banging was getting progressively louder. Until I found where the sound was emanating from. Mine and my boyfriends bedroom. I kicked the door open and held the gun up.

I held it in my hand. A feeling of power rushing through me, a sensation unlike any other. A feeling of invincibility, like nothing could hurt me. I held it in my left hand, pointed it at my cheating lover and closed my eyes as my fingers were drawn backward. I heard loud bang, and when I opened my eyes my lover had a hole in his heart. Just like a hole had appeared in mine.

I watched him fall to the floor, life draining from his eyes. I turned and shot the person he was fucking between the eyes, their blood spilling on to the bed sheets. Afterwards I dyed my hair pink, changed my clothes, changed my name and left

I am... Sofia Iako

 Sofia Iako

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