🌹 Wilting Flowers 🌹

They were gone.

Katie had nothing to live for now

Everyone was gone.

She was alone

She held the wilting bouquet of flowers close to her chest as she cried. The wilted petals crinkled slightly under her touch.

Every reason she had to live, slowly slipped through her fingers like sand. All she had now was an empty lifeless house, and a bundle of dead flowers.

There was no point in even living.

Quickly, she ran to her parents room, rummaging under their old bed in search for her needed item.

It still smelt like them. They had been gone for three weeks but the same familiar pine smell stuck to the bed sheets.

Finally, she found what she was looking for.

She pulled out her fathers pistol.

The same pistol that killed countless animals during a hunt, was about to add Katie's name to the list.

Katie pointed the gun to her head. The most simple and painless way to die.

Katie slowly placed her index finger over the trigger. She just needed to pull the trigger.

Then it'd all be gone.

It'd all be over-

"Pidge?!?"

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