Darkside

Forty-Two

Red and black.

Black and red.

That gun. That fucking gun.

I came to a gun fight with nothing to protect me. I didn't know.

Now, she has me. She holds the power. She's taken away everything from me including my vision. How will I win this?

"A...Alisha? Don't do this to me. I thought you wanted to work together."

Bitch is crazy.

I thought I was losing it, people don't kill so often without losing it, but I'm a fucking beacon of sanity around her. I've stalked and harassed, I've killed and disappeared, I have two bodies following me around and I'm a fucking normal compared to this woman. She is something else.

Bitch is crazy and bitch will kill me...

"You said you didn't want to become a murderer, you know, when you were a little girl. Think of that girl now. You didn't kill my dad, you made him do it, you don't have any dirt on your hands yet. I don't need to become that."

Just keep talking.

Sound means I'm still alive.

"I'm not worth it. Cash wouldn't want you to do this. Cash loved you, even if he didn't know how to show it properly. He loved you, and wouldn't want to see you in jail."

Nothing, I get nothing back.

"You will go to jail. You can't keep killing without consequences, it doesn't happen."

That applies to me too.

Oh God, that applies to me too.

"You...you can't keep acting like you own the world, that you can do what you want, karma, fate, something will catch up with you."

That's me.

This is everything catching up with me.

I'm going to puke.

Cash, Orson, Mom, Dad...

Everything is on top of me now. Everything's fallen on me, I can't breathe under the weight of any of it.

"We have two choices. We can both walk out of this, or only one of us. It won't be you, I can assure you of that."

Am I scaring her? Making any difference at all? My brain's getting all twisted up in knots, consumed with red and black. Decisions are being made out of my control...