M A K A V E L I
I was fighting my hardest. Like I said I wasn't going down without a fight. I can't believe this. I'm getting beat up my FIRST LOVE. I know he's not really fighting like her would a male but still. He acts like I was supposed to stay with him. I tried at first but Tommy told me numerous of times to chill out so I let go. In my eyes, if it was meant to be I would've persisted. But then, I wouldn't have known Nemo like I do now.
Teo was started to get tired of fighting I guess and he sat down. I could still hear the fighting outside and the banging on the walls but the room was getting dark. Right in the center, I see Teo panting and looking at his phone.
I can't. I force my eyes to stay open but they slowly start to close but good thing he's not paying attention. Inattentively, I see my parents bust through the door like in a dream or something. I haven't seen my father in so long and my mom, she doesn't even look like my mother. She looks like she somehow went into the past and got younger or something. At the same time, my vision is going crazy so I know I'm seeing things. I hard blow to the jaw knocks Teo to the floor but he elbows my dad really hard having him bent over like he's about to puke. My mom, or whoever that girl is fighting but he has a whole handful of her hair in his hair making her yell really loud. I look at the dresser above me to where I remember Teo set his pistol down. It's on safety! This brewfurd!
I take it off safety and I struggle to point it at him with my decrepit arm. I had it towards his upper body then I figured he might have a vest so to the head it was. One shot then two to the head. He falls from his knees first and the rest of the body following after. Bloody splattered everywhere like a gore film and my parents run over to me. It didn't take long it to hit me! I killed someone. I real person. Now I hope it's a dream.
A L E A H
Everyone is tied up even the unconscious girls in the group, they're stronger than I thought. I started out thinking negatively and thinking if I would really see my family again and felt like I wanted to ball out crying but my I controlled my emotions.
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Glorious Bastard -URBAN
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