Dysfunctional

This is How They End

They share a bottle of Moët & Chandon together.

That's the last moment of sanity they both remember.

There is nothing left of her to salvage. She is nothing but an empty shell.

So when he screams and hurls insults at her, all he gets is a tired, blank glance of dismissal.

He wants the feeling of power in his hands, and dismissal is the exact opposite of what he desires.

Rage consumes him in its world, trapping him and holding him there.

She watches on as he throws violent fits of fury.

She watches him break the glass of the display case containing his beloved and loaded shotgun and turn it on her.

She couldn't care less.

The weight of the gun is felt as it swings heavily into her face. She feels the skin spilt and the smooth sensation of blood pouring down from her forehead.

The pain is foreign, but she doesn't view it as a cause for alarm. Nothing's really a cause for alarm these days, frankly speaking.

The first clumsy shot goes off and ploughs a hole through the wall. The second one misses her feet as it goes into the ground.

Irritated, he brings the gun down on her once more in hopes of inflicting as much damage as possible.

She ignores it. There's nothing much left of her to kill anyway.

Distantly, she can hearing frantic banging on the front door of the house. Somewhere in her mind, it occurs to her that one of the words shouted is police. Useless now, though.

He can't hear them over the blood rushing in his ears and lands a blow on her ribs. The crunch is audible.

The door slams open.

People run in shouting.

One point-blank shot from the shotgun goes right through her. She thinks that it's probably the heart.

She doesn't know where the next shot comes from but it tears through his head and she watches with a dying fascination as his brains and blood are temporarily suspended in the air and then relishes the feel of it dripping of her, warm and wet.

Then the thud as his body falls onto hers, eyes wide open and staring straight at her.

It's the last sight she sees before the life leaves her. But she makes sure to keep her eyes open too, staring right back at him emptily.

In the end, none of them win.