abnormal
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Last published Fri, Dec 18, 2015
I pick up the gun off of the ground, load it, and point it at her.
"This is what I mean," she says, a malicious smile on her face, "your people are mentally disabled. The parasite is destroying you."
I wrap my pointer finger around the trigger, ready to pull it. "This is all your people's fault. People only think we're bad and disabled because of your sick stories."
Her smile quickly turns into an agitated look. "This is not you talking it's the parasite talking. This is why we need to get rid of infected people like you!"
I turn the gun to my temple. I'm terrified, but I have to do this, to show her that this war she started will never end unless she ends it herself.
"Here, I'll help you with that."
The rest is in slow motion. She is running towards me trying to stop me with her hand over her mouth. "No!" She's mouthing.
One breath. Two breaths. And three breaths...
Bang!
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