Deviant

Preface Part 2~ Attempts&Promises

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Zach brushed himself off. "Nat! How come you didn't-" he started. But he looked up and finally took in me. Zach's eyes widened at the sight of the gun. "Oh my God! Is that a- Nat, what are you doing?!" he yelled in realization.

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"I'm so sorry, Zach." I sobbed.

With those final words, I squeezed my eyes shut and pulled the trigger.

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I felt a body smack into me knocking me over but I figured it had been too late for any attempts at saving me. A loud crack had already resonated throughout the room but I wasn't paying attention to it or whatever- whoever clobbered me. I heard the faint clatter of the gun hitting the floor but I still kept my eyes shut. Time seemed to slow as I waited for the piercing impact of the bullet and the searing pain I knew would accompany it.

But it never came.

I was confused.

Maybe in those few seconds that I fell, it hit me and I didn't feel any pain.

Maybe I was dead already.

Was I in Heaven?

I opened my eyes, trying to see where I was. My blurry vision focused and I registered stars.

Strange. I never knew Heaven had stars.

I looked around me and saw Zach. He was sitting on top of me, his back facing me with something black in his hand.

Did Zach follow me to Heaven?

But something didn't feel right... I didn't feel dead.

Wait a minute...

I looked to my right and saw my bed. I touched the fabric and it felt the same. The carpet, my clothes- everything felt the same.

I was still alive.

In my room.

On the floor.

Alive.

But what? Where did I go wrong? I wasn't supposed to be alive now.

I saw Zach turn a little so I could finally see what he was doing. He had the gun in his trembling hands. He was emptying it out by dumping the bullets on the floor.

I tried to say something but I couldn't find my voice. Feeling beaten, I tried to figure out what had happened.

I pulled the trigger-I knew that for sure-because I heard the sound-the bang, crack, and the final echoing ring... I knew I heard it. The gun was loaded because, well, here Zach was emptying out the remaining bullets.

The smack of the body.

Zach sitting on top of me.

Oh.

It hit me like a ton of bricks.

It was Zach.

Zach tackled me just as a clicked the trigger.

The timing was so good that the bullet missed me and probably landed in my wall somewhere.

It was Zach

Zach-my bestfriend- saved my life.

My eyes met his brilliant blue ones. Part of me felt so much resent and anger towards him but the other part of me wanted to burst into tears and thank him.