west coast ☆ joji miller

16 ; revenge

i fell from joji's arm, sprinting towards a random door.

it was all in slow motion as ian shot his gun at me, barely missing my head. i could even hear the whistle as it flew by my head and made impact upon the beige walls.

"stop!" joji shouts and tackles ian, the gun clattering to the floor. right next to me.

i pick it up, admiring the silver beauty that shone brightly in the moonlight seeping through the white curtains in front of windows of sky.

i quickly pointed it towards ian, who was struggling under joji despite his height that usually towered over joji. my shaky hands pointed the metal object towards the pasty boy who gritted his teeth underneath the much darker male. i squinted my eyes before squeezing the trigger, a boom catching me off gaurd.

tears fell from my blue eyes as i slid down the wall onto the wood floor, the gun falling and clattering to the floor. i sobbed loudly as blood droplets covered joji and i's bodies.

was this some type of revenge? if i wanted to, i could've killed both of them and escaped. but i didn't. if i tried, i couldn't. revenge can't reside inside me for joji.