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they shout. A collection of my closest friends and confidants implore, plead & demand my index finger move only inches to squeeze the trigger of the pistol. Pull the trigger! My arms are quivering-- the chain smoking hasn't helped steady the nerves. I'm having trouble looking at my victim. Pull the trigger! He's my best friend but also destroyed whatever life I had as he continues spiraling out of control. I can't focus at work, I'm afraid to go back to my own apartment-- letting him crash for a while was a bad idea. My nerves are shot, I'm emotionally drained... I'd do anything to make it stop. Pull the trigger! They keep shouting in unison-- all people I trust implicitly. They've never steered me wrong before, they sympathize, can't stand to see him erode away what's left of my life. Pull the trigger! They're right. There's nothing I can do-- what choice is left? My head vibrates from their chanting my eyes are watering a little-- thought I'd be sobbing. A deep exhale... quickly raising the gun to his head-- Pull the trigger! He's sobbing, whimpering like a wounded ***** When he looks at me, I can tell he understands and sympathizes with me. I whisper, "If you don't get the help you need-- I'm going to do what they want." After I holster the gun to stunned silence, I walk away...
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Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 8:41 AM UTC
Pull the Trigger!
they shout. A collection of my closest friends and confidants implore, plead & demand my index finger move only inches to squeeze the trigger of the pistol. Pull the trigger! My arms are quivering-- the chain smoking hasn't helped steady the nerves. I'm having trouble looking at my victim. Pull the trigger! He's my best friend but also destroyed whatever life I had as he continues spiraling out of control. I can't focus at work, I'm afraid to go back to my own apartment-- letting him crash for a while was a bad idea. My nerves are shot, I'm emotionally drained... I'd do anything to make it stop. Pull the trigger! They keep shouting in unison-- all people I trust implicitly. They've never steered me wrong before, they sympathize, can't stand to see him erode away what's left of my life. Pull the trigger! They're right. There's nothing I can do-- what choice is left? My head vibrates from their chanting my eyes are watering a little-- thought I'd be sobbing. A deep exhale... quickly raising the gun to his head-- Pull the trigger! He's sobbing, whimpering like a wounded ***** When he looks at me, I can tell he understands and sympathizes with me. I whisper, "If you don't get the help you need-- I'm going to do what they want." After I holster the gun to stunned silence, I walk away...
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Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 8:41 AM UTC
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