I held my gun, trying to keep a firm grip with my trembling hands. Just ten feet in front of me, was my lover, he was literally the only person I have ever, and will ever love. And my gun was pointed right at his heart.
Tears streaming down my face, I asked one last time, in a voice broken, like shattered glass, "Please, don't make me do this!"
He lowered his own gun; his eyes were glistening with unfallen tears. "You have to." A few tears fell, betraying his stoic face, and robotic, monotone voice.
I dropped down to my knees in frustration. I dropped my gun, favoring gripping my hair tightly, rather than the gun. "Why?" I yelled. This just isn't fair! I screamed in my head. The gun reached the ground, and in that exact second, I heard a gunshot. I looked up to see the bullet that was no doubtedly heading towards my head.
But it wasn't there. Instead, I saw him falling to the ground, clutching his chest. Adrenaline pumped through my veins, and before I knew it, I was at his side, holding him in my arms.
His chest was soaked in blood, but the bullet didn't go in his heart. It went through the right side of his chest.
He opened his eyes slightly, and began coughing up blood. I held him closer to me, relief washing over me like a flood. "Because you are a cold blooded killer. It's in your nature." He whispered in answer.
"No." I whispered. "No, no, no, no!" My voice was a broken record, stuck on the word 'no'.
He raised his bloody finger to my lips to shush me. "I love you," He said almost inaudibly. "with all my heart."
"I love you too, with all my heart, body, and soul." And I kissed him, spreading his blood from my lips, to his. "When I pulled away, he was smiling. "That was cheesy." I smiled back at him, through the tears in my eyes. His eyes closed, and I felt the warmth leave his body.
I frowned, trying not to cry, and took the gun from his hand. "I love you." I smiled sadly, and shot myself in the head.
Blood from my head sprayed onto a patch of white carnations, painting them red. As the warmth finally escaped my body, the cops ran into the clearing, calling an ambulance as they saw the scene before them.
He was right. I was nothing but a killer. Even when I didn't want to, I had killed. I could never create life, only destroy it. So maybe if I destroyed my own, others would have a chance to live. The blood from all of those other innocent people, maybe their blood would stain my hands no longer, If only I was gone. Maybe never even born. But being the abomination that I was, I happened to be born. A murderer at birth.
So, This is really short! Only 494 words (without the authors note) I just wanted to post this because I had wrote it one day and was like, Might as well, for those that might actually like my stuff! (OR atleast the one chapter of the one story I have up xD) Speaking of which, I am trying to write it, but I want it to have ATLEAST 2k words, and I'm like, having writers block, so yeah..I am trying, I add a little bit every here and there when I can, which hasn't been often. It's the end of the school year, so all my teachers are like, Okay! They've suffered enough from work this year, now lets give them all projects! Hooray! Oh how I loathe teachers..alright, that's enough rambling, goodbye I hope you enjoyed this little tragedy I wrote one day, Oddly enough when I was really happy that day xD Kay, BAI!