The hand gun was soon given to me. He put it in my palm, put my figure in the trigger, he brought my arm up so I would be pointing the gun to her. I started to yell her name again while tears ran down my cheeks. Her look was disappointed but not fearful. No matter how loud I felt like I was yelling I could not hear. The only sound I hear was two shots. One for her, there was no mess but she was gone. I saw while I laid in a pool of myself and yelled her name but only this time I could hear.
YOU ARE READING
Lealynn
Misterio / SuspensoA man has no control of his body in this hell, the only hope he has is her name. (A very short story, and the first story I wrote in awhile but meh why not post it)
