Where The Bullet Lands

"Are you ready?" I smile and let my hair down. I smile and grab Joseph's and Cody's hand. Joseph smiles then walks towards the small ledge that hangs over a 50ft drop.

I suddenly wake up from the nightmare. I rub the haziness out of my eyes and grab the bottle of whiskey sitting next to my bed. I take a big swig and stand up. My room is dusty and as rundown as you get. It's 1881, I am 16, a drunk and couldn't stay away from trouble if my life depended on it, which it does, and I am also wasting away in some rundown room a saloon owner lets me stay in. I grab my clothes and change quickly then put my pistols in my holsters. I open the door slowly and begin walking downstairs towards the chaos the wild west has to offer. The saloon was packed, it was filled with older men who have nothing better to do rather than drink and waitresses who had no self respect and would flirt just for a little extra money. I walk down the stairs and sit at one of the bars, although I am 16 and probably shouldn't have a drinking problem, I do. What can I say? I have daddy issues.

"Aren't you a little young to be drinking?" An older man smiled down at me.

"Aren't you a little old to be flirting with the waitresses?" I frown and order a drink from the bartender.

"Someone needs to teach you some respect" The older man frowned. Me being a 16 year old girl against a 40 year old man, you think I would have no shot right? Well what about a highly trained 16 year old girl. The man raises his hand as though he is about to slap me.

"I wouldn't" I sigh and finish my drink. He hurtles his hand towards my face. It nearly comes in contact until I grab his hand and twist it, with my other hand I smash my glass cup on his head.

"Just put that on my tab with all the other cups" I smile at the bartender. The older man starightens his back and I release his hand, he immediately falls over. I chuckle and everyone stares at me. "He had it coming" I sigh and exit the saloon. Everyone stared as I trudged out of the saloon, kicking dirt behind my heels. That's the eighth time this week I had to knock some sorry bastard out. Like I said, trouble follows me like moths to a light. It wasn't always like this. At one point I had a family, friends and I didn't know how to wield a gun. That all changed so quickly. Now I am wanted in 10 different towns. My story is a long and sad one, full of mystery, anger and loneliness. If you are going to follow me in my adventures, then you must know why I am like this, and what I am.

I had a Mother, a Father, a brother and at once a true love. Every single one ripped away from me. I lived normally, I drank rootbeer and played outside. My father had a drinking issue. He got so wasted he decided he wanted to kill my mother, just to see how long it takes someone to bleed out. I hate my father, and I always will. One down, three to go. My father is actually alive, in jail, but alive. After the whole incident with my father offing my mother, I didn't want to live anymore, neither did my brother and Joseph being who he is, wouldn't let us die alone. We all stood on the cliff awaiting our fate. We were going to jump, I remember the deep pit in my stomach just before the jump, but once you flew, it was like nothing before. Our three bodies hit the floor with a thud. I woke up a day later. I didn't die from falling off a cliff. I checked my Joseph and Cody's pulse, they were both dead. I should of died. Days later I found myself mixed in with some nasty bastards. They shot me a total of 13 times, I woke up two days later, alive and well, still picking bullets out of my chest even today. I can't die, and getting to see everyone one I ever come in contact with die and I live to see another day, just kills me inside. I can't even count how many days I just sit and shoot myself, hoping that I wouldn't wake up. Everyday, I just wish I wouldn't get to see tommorow, and then there it is. By now I have died every way possible, death doesn't even phase me anymore.