Deadline≫hemmings a.u

"You're the one who dragged me into this." I glared at his back, awkwardly running my finger over the trigger. How the hell did he expect me to use this?

"Shut up, at least you're alive." He didn't even turn to look at me.

"Aren't you even a little bit sorry?"

"No."

"No?"

"Look." He snapped, turning around and walking off without even glancing at me. "If you wanna go, go. I'm not making you stay, but if you haven't noticed, you're still alive. But go ahead and go back to whatever life you were living, but once you go, don't come back."

I glanced between him and the bus stop behind me, weighing my options. If I leave now, I can go back to living my normal life. For the most part. It wasn't much, but it was familiar.

If I stayed, there would be more than one time probably where I'd have to use this thing in my hand. More than one time I'd have one used on me. But this boy, the one who expected me to be able to pull this trigger when I needed to, he was dangerous. I knew that. But once I'd gotten a taste of his poison, I already knew one thing.

I wasn't turning back.