I held a gun to my head. I am just SO tired of having pesky thoughts and having to run away everytime there's a sign of him. What he doesn't understand is that it was never my fault. He was drunk, he crashed first. For all we know he could have killed me as well.
I've gotten to that point where all of the times i have a dream, it starts off nice and ends up with blood. I don't know who's blood or why but for now it'll end up being mines.
Repositioning my gun, i moved a bit to be in the center of the room. Just like a target. That's just how i felt with him behind me.
Like mother like daughter.
And with that, i pulled the trigger.
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