The Trigger

The Trigger

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Pain was shooting up my arm and my arms were tired of being held up. It seems like the more I struggle, the more it tightens around my wrist. The room is dark but i can see a outline that could be a chair, or maybe a toilet. Though it wouldn't make since for it to be one. I smelled blood. It always smelled salty to me. It could of came from me. The blood on me is both mines and a couple of monsters I killed on the way. Life will never be the same. But that was before her. Janice. Just thinking her name makes me want to gag. But it was all worth it, I'll do anything to save my destiny, even if I dont know what it is. Suddenly, the door banged open and light filled the room, I squinted my eyes to the end of my destiny.
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No one stopped to look. No one glanced in the alley I cried in. I was tired of this place, so tired of the endless days that stretched out before me. The emptiness in my heart was eating me alive, with no end in sight. My own darkness was swallowing me whole and leaving nothing alive. The tears froze on my bright red cheeks. I was tired of feeling so broken, but most of all I was tired of being so alone. I pulled out the cold heavy weapon from my coat and stared at it. "If someone would look this way," I thought, "If someone would just glance at me and see my pain. I won't do it." There was a man standing in front of me. After he removed the single bullet from my pistol, he handed it back to me, and left. I followed the man at a distance back to his apartment. He knew that I had followed him and waited at the door to let me in. For reasons I cannot explain I entered his tiny apartment. I fell asleep at the table playing with the bullet and woke up to my alarm the following morning. There was a pillow beneath my head, a blanket over my shoulders, and a note that read: "Dear Stranger..."

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