The polaroid | h.s

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"My father got murdered by a heartless asshole,how do you think I feel !" I yelled at him and felt no fear.

No fear for him.

No fear for what's coming next.

No fear for death.

"What did you call me again ?" he smirked as I swallowed the lump in my throat.I stayed silent as he chuckled and played with the black gun in his hand. "That's what I thought." he said and turned away looking into the distance.

"Asshole." I say,loud enough for him to hear.

Suddenly I hear the loud bang and I know...

The shot had just been triggered.