"Put your arms above your head"
"A single move and we won't hesitate to shoot."I turned around slowly, facing the cops behind me. Ryder looked at me worriedly, but I didn't have a single emotion on my face. I'd been through worse.
I looked at the cops, a smug look on my face. They looked back a me sternly, and I knew they wouldn't hesitate to shoot me if they needed. But at this point, I don't think I was afraid of that. I don't think I was afraid of anything. Nothing scares me anymore.
I looked back up at Ryder, and he shrugged defeatedly as he put his hands up. I didn't move a muscle. I just stood there, stuck in a haze.
"Put your hands up Bella." He whispered.
I ignored him.
"Miss we need you to put your hands up now."
The cops ordered me, but I continued to ignore them. They called for backup, but I didn't move at all
I heard the cops yelling at me.Their voices sounded distorted and everything was in slow motion. But I couldn't focus. I just stood their, thinking about everything I had been through. Everything single thing I had been dragged through. All the running and hiding, the pain and goodbyes. And I thought about how much I hated this life, and how much more I'd hate it in jail. I'd been strong for too long. That's the problem with being strong, no one offers you a hand. And at some point, death seemed more inviting that life.
And I thought what I had thought days before, but didn't dare to say out loud. I'd rather die than get caught. I'd rather die than spend my life in jail.
After that, I didn't think at all. I didn't think about what I was doing. I just didn't think.
I saw the cops gripping their guns, and Ryder's worried expression as I pulled out my own gun.
I stared at it absentmindedly, the sounds around me muffled and hazy. I looked down at my feet, those same black combat boots I always wore. Dean always teased me for that.
Before the cops could shoot me, and before I could think twice, I press my gun against my own forehead.
I felt the cool metal caress the side of my forehead. It all felt almost surreal, like none of this was really happening. But it was.
And the last thing I saw was Ryder's face, distorted and worried. I don't know why he was so worried.
Sounds surrounded me. Yelling and screaming but I didn't pay attention to it. I just closed my eyes.
I closed my eyes
and just like that, everything was quiet.
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THE MURDERER AND I
Mystery / ThrillerI wish I had never fallen in love with a murderer... What would you do for love? 17 year old Bella Lauder never thought she would fall in love, let alone kill for it. Sure, her life was perfect, but she didn't have it all. She longed for something m...