Snapped
Part 3 – Aftermath
I rolled onto my back and looked up
at him, sobs wrenching their way out of my aching lungs.
"Watch
closely, Tammy." He said softly, his voice cold, chilling, and
nothing like his own. "You made me do this."
"Jacob..." I
gasped.
He clicked open the revolver, and slipped a single bullet
into the chamber.
"Jacob, no..."
He cocked the gun and
sighed as it set, clicking into place.
"Jacob...Jacob
please..."
He closed his eyes.
"Jacob..."
He raised
the gun to his temple, finger set firmly on the trigger.
"Jacob!"
He
breathed deeply, letting it out slowly.
"Jacob, please God
don't!"
I could no longer hear the screams, the policemen
shouting at Jacob to drop the gun, the dogs barking, waiting to be
let off their chains.
"Jacob! Jacob!"
He looked at me,
sadly.
"NO!"
He closed his eyes.
"JACOB!"
He
pulled the trigger.
The gun popped, followed by a sickening
splatter.
He fell, the left side of his head completely
shattered.
I struggled over to him, lifting him onto my lap on his
right side so I couldn't see the remaining left side of his
shattered, ruined face.
Blood soaked into my skirt but I ignored
it, hugging him close to me and howling, regretting all I had done
that had driven him to this.
I walked up the steps and stood at
the door of the psychiatrist's office, my once beautiful copper
hair hanging limply in my face, shielding it from view.
Although
the day was warm, I wore a sweater so that no one could see the scars
that the knife had left on my arms over the past few months.
"What
brings you here, Tammy?" Dr Wiseman asked.
"I've been
having trouble sleeping." I told him, avoiding eye contact. "I've
been having nightmares."
"Do you have any thoughts about what
might be causing these nightmares?"
"Yes." I said. "I had
a traumatic experience in my final year of high school last
year."
"Can you tell me about it?"
"It all started when
I broke up with my boyfriend Jacob..."