"Oh my God, Ronnie, you are so badass!" Julia said, taking the gun I held out of my hands. "Dude, how did you get this?" David said, staring at the gun like it was some hot girl. "That is beside the point," I said. "Lemme see it, Julia!" Mark said, reaching out for the gun. "Did you get the bullet?" Amy asked me, excitement showing in her bright blue eyes.

"No shit," I said, taking the gun out of Mark's hands. "Ok, so we all know how to play, right?" I asked, looking at each of them. Julia looked excited and a little scared; her wide green eyes darting back and forth anxiously. Amy looked thrilled. Mark looked bored (a look he usually had on), and David looked a little scared. I, on the other hand, was extremely excited and could not wait. Besides, I was the one who suggested that we play this game in the first place.

They all nodded their heads, yes. "Ok," I said. "Well, we're supposed to sit in a circle." I nodded over to the floor, and we all went and sat down. Mark sat next to David, who was sitting next to Amy. Next to Amy was Julia, and finally, closing the circle, was me.

I put the bullet into the revolver and locked it into place. "Alright," I said, holding up the gun. "Who wants to go first?" Everyone eyed the gun, but no one took it. "I'll go first," David spoke up, looking confident. I nodded and handed it to him. David took the gun and stared at it for a moment, then lifted it up to his forehead. He looked at Amy and said, "Wish me luck, Babe." She winked at him and said, "Good luck."

David gulped audibly, then pulled the trigger.

And nothing happened.

David sighed with relief, and I saw him mouth "Thank God".

"My turn! Give it to me David!" Mark yelled, nearly jumping with excitement. David handed him the gun, and, without hesitation, Mark pulled the trigger.

Nothing.

Mark laughed and said, "Sweet." He turned and handed it to me. "Be careful Ronnie! You don't wanna get shot now, do you?" Amy said, giggling. Julia hit her. "Don't say that!" She turned to me and smiled, the beautiful smile that I loved. I smiled back at her, then lifted the gun to the side of my head. I glanced at Julia again, and though she seemed relaxed, I could tell she was panicky. "Relax," I told her. I closed my eyes, and, not wanting to seem like a wuss, pulled the trigger without hesitating.

I didn't feel anything, so I assumed that I hadn't shot myself. That, and Mark was laughing, and kept saying, "Ronnie's a lucky bastard, Ronnie gets to live!" So I was pretty sure I hadn't died.

I opened my eyes, and sure as hell, there I was, still in my living room surrounded by my girlfriend and my closest friends.

"Damn straight I do!" I yelled, lifting up my arms in triumph as if I had just won something very special.

I handed the gun to Julia, but she didn't take it. She just eyed it like it was something poisonous and if she touched it she would get a horrible disease. I pushed it in front of her face. "Come on, Julia, what are you waiting for?" I asked her, wondering why she was acting like this. "Yeah," chimed in David. "We all agreed to play, so take the damn gun." "I don't know guys…" Julia said, her voice shaking. "Come on!" Mark said, sounding disappointed. Julia shook her head. "No," she said, starting to get up. "I change my mind, I don't want to play." "Wait!" I said, grabbing her arm. "What?" She asked me curtly. "Nothing will happen," I said, my voice calm. "Do it? Please? Do it for me?" I asked her. She searched my eyes, as if looking for the truth in them. "Trust me." I said.

She closed her eyes, thinking. Then after a minute she said, "Fine." I smiled and handed her the gun. She took it this time, and slowly, ever so slowly, she lifted it to her head. She looked at me on last time, her eyes seeming to say, "Do I have to do this?" Trying to calm her, I took her hand and squeezed it. "You can do this." She nodded, took a deep breath, and pulled the trigger.

The gunshot rang out through the air, deafening me.

Her hand slipped out of mine as she fell backwards, the gun falling out of her other hand.

We all sat there, shock freezing us into place. And then Amy screamed. "Oh my God!" She burst out crying. Amy's screams seemed to wake us, bringing us out of our shock. I looked down at Julia's body and saw the crimson blood seeping out of her head, onto my floor, spreading like a wildfire. Somewhere behind me I heard someone throw up. "She's dead." David said, his voice filled with awe.

"You killed her!" Amy yelled, hysterical. I turned to look at her. "She didn't want to do this! You made her do this! You made us all play! You killedher!" She pointed at me, and kept repeating, "You killed Julia! You killed Julia!"

I looked down at Julia's body again. Her beautiful eyes were still wide open, looking at everything, but seeing nothing. Her body was limp, the blood from her head wound drenching her midnight black hair, turning it to the color of roses.

And that's when I realized: Amy was right.

I killed Julia.

In the distance, I could hear sirens wailing.

Finally, I just couldn't take it any more. "Shut up!" I yelled, turning back to them. They all stopped and stared at me; wide eyed and shaking with fear. "I hear the cops," I said. "Go, run before they catch you guys. Let me take the blame." "But Ronnie-" David began. "Go! Now, damn it!" I yelled, cutting him off. "Yeah, man, let's get out of here." Mark said, standing up and making a run for the door. David helped Amy up, who was still crying. David stopped at the door but Amy kept walking. He turned and said, "Ronnie?" I didn't look at him. "What?" Silence. Then, "Don't do anything stupid, man." Then, before I could say anything, he left.

I stood up and walked to the kitchen. I looked through all the drawers, until, finally, I found it.

The butcher knife.

Gripping it so hard that my knuckles began to turn white, I headed back to the living room and sat down by Julia's body. "I'm sorry," I whispered, desperately hoping that wherever she was, she could hear me. I leaned down and kissed her lips for the last time. "I'm sorry," I said again, louder this time. Then I took the knife and ran the blade across my neck.

And then everything turned black.

I based this story off of a song I heard called "Not Good Enough For Truth In Cliché". I hope you all liked it. What did you guys think?