*WARNING*
This chapter contains violence and guns, along with other strong themes. If you are not ok with that I suggest you don't read it.
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"Seeing you is bad for me. Being here with you is bad for me. Hearing you, smelling you, THINKING ABOUT YOU IS BAD FOR ME! Knowing that you're not in pain . . . is bad for me."
The girl stood up with her gun in hand.
"That's why I'm here Karen, to end you. To put the last period on the final page of your story. To eliminate my one and only obstacle," She said as she fiddled with the trigger. "In less poetic terms, to kill you."
She walked up to her mother, and placed the the gun over her heart, or where it should've been.
"Oh the irony. The sweet sweet irony of it all. Dying in a living room. Being taken out of this world by the very thing you put in it. I'm not sure which one you think is a better example, but it doesn't really matter what you think anymore, now does it."
She pushed the gun harder agents her mothers chest.
"Before I do this, I have to know. Did you ever love me? Did you ever see me as anything more than a punching bag?"
She looked at her mother with a desperate look in her eyes. Even now, she wore that cold stare. The answer practically written out on her face.
"No."
The girl looked to the ground with a bitter sweet smile. Taking her mothers words like a slap to the face.
"I didn't think so."
She pulled the trigger.
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Hello you wonderful people who stopped by to read my story. I truly appreciate it. This little story probably wasn't as plesent as you expect, most of them will probably be that way. Though I will try and write happy things every once and a while.
As always, thanks for stopping by.
From yours truly,
Snazz_Master
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