They eye me up and down as my legs shake hastily due to nerves.
I hope not to be landed upon, and I cross my fingers and toes.
They spin the bottle and it seems to be revolving for hours.
Time gets slower by the second.
Then it stops.
It lands on me.
My breathing quickens and my whole body begins to tremble, sweat pouring from every eligible place that it can.
They pick up the killer and hold it to my head.
My pupils grow large and I pray to god that I die peacefully.
Bang.
But I am not dead. I am free.
Russian roulette killed me.
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 5:59 PM UTC
They eye me up and down as my legs shake hastily due to nerves.
I hope not to be landed upon, and I cross my fingers and toes.
They spin the bottle and it seems to be revolving for hours.
Time gets slower by the second.
Then it stops.
It lands on me.
My breathing quickens and my whole body begins to tremble, sweat pouring from every eligible place that it can.
They pick up the killer and hold it to my head.
My pupils grow large and I pray to god that I die peacefully.
Bang.
But I am not dead. I am free.
Russian roulette killed me.
