Farewell Atlantis

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Two weeks later, I found myself at the police station.

"I'm here to see officers Jeremy and Robert" I said to cop sitting on the desk who seemed like he could be of help.

"Name and case" he asked nonchalantly and I felt my throat swell up.

"Selene Love. My fiancé was beaten to death my some street guys" I left my part, I couldn't say it. The officer looked up at me and his expression switched to 'sorry'.

"I'm sorry. Yes there's a case under the name. Wait there, an officer would be with you soon" he assured and I nodded, before sitting on one of the chairs.

One and a half hour passed and still nobody showed up, I was getting frustrated, impatient, angry. Why can't they be any faster?

The moment the watch on my wrist said it's been two hours, I shot up from the seat and moved out of the crappy police station. I wasn't getting anything done, I was wasting my sitting there idle waiting for 'help' to come.

Moving on the sidewalk, I pulled at my hair not knowing what to do. I was hit by a massive combination of emotions, when I spotted an arms shop. They sell guns, licensed ones. Before I knew, my legs were leading me towards it and I found myself wandering inside the shop. The owner looked suspiciously at me, probably wondering why I was there.

He sent away the customer he was dealing with and nodded at me, "Can I help you?"

"Yes. I need a gun, um I want to buy a guy" I stuttered and he eyes me before saying, "Sure, you have a license?"

"Yeah, I-I need a license first" I pulled at my sleeves and said.

The man pulled out a form. "Fill this out and you'll get it in a month"

"But I need it now" I said, knowing he wouldn't budge.

"Sorry miss. But you have to wait for a month" he declared.

"I will not survive that long" I said before heading out of the shop.

I knew it was a stupid idea. A gun? What was I thinking? But I had this strong urge to get a gun, something told me that, something inside me assured me that if I had a gun, I'd be a lot safer.

"Hey" a voice said from behind me. I turned around to see it was the same customer from the shop.

"I heard your conversation. Do you really need a gun?" he asked, his accent thick and almost French.

"Yes I do" I said with a quick nod. He looked around, as if checking if anyone was around and told me to follow him. We reached an ally, shaded away from the prying eyes of anyone. The French guy pulled out a gun from his package and showed it.

"A Kahr K9, you should be good with it" he said handing me it.

"How much?" I asked, taking it from him.

"A thousand dollars" he answered.

"A thousand dollars?" that was ridiculously high. But I needed it, I knew I needed it.

"I'll take it, but you need to teach me how to use it" I said and he agreed on teaching me.

An hour later, I knew how to use it. I felt different, I felt safe. I was the owner of a Kahr K9, I felt in power, I felt like I was closer to end it. End whatever I needed to end.

It was something about having a gun my jacket pocket, the feeling of having a deadly weapon in contact of my body. I liked it, I didn't cower away when I shot it for the first time, when the bullets pierced the wall and left a dent on it. I felt proud, proud that I was a step closer, closer to my unknown destination.

I wandered around the city that night, going around every shop I could find and I didn't know why. I just didn't want to go home and find myself with my own demons. Demons that were instilled in me by the devils out there.

Little did I know I'd use my gun once more the same night.