“She was never real”
What am I doing?
Why the fuck am i holding the gun?
What is happening to me?
"Are you gonna pull the trigger or wait for me to grow old and die?"
I slowly lowered the gun and backed towards the wall with tears streaming down my face. I clapped my mouth shut with my hand and slid down to the floor.
"I was going to take someone's life" was the only thing in my mind. The voice, calling me a killer and heartless bitch.
I felt my eyes close and everything that happened a minute ago replayed over and over.
STOP.
STOP THIS.
I AM NOT A KILLER.
My hands covered my ears to make the voice to stop, but it didn't. I screamed and screamed until my voice was raspy.
"JUST FUCKING KILL ME AND MAKE IT STOP!" I yelled and yelled until I lost my consciousness.
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Mmm, this bed is comfy.
Wait, bed?
I wasn't in a bed?
I wasn't asleep.
Was this all a bad dream?
I woke up in a hotel suite and looked around with wide eyes.
Just as I could comprehend my surroundings, i felt a presence behind me.
"Hope" said the voice from yesterday. That's when everything came back to me.
It wasn't a bad dream, it was all a living nightmare.
"Why didn't you pull the trigger?" It said again.
"Why didn't you kill me when you had the chance?"
I replied, trying to sound confident.
Silence.
Complete and utter silence.
"I need you alive" it replied, while grabbing my hand.
I scoffed. I pulled my hand away and turned towards the owner of the voice.
"You need ME alive? I was going to fucking shoot you and all that could come out of your mouth is that you need my fucking presence? Why?"
"To fix you." He said with his arms crossed.
I looked in his eyes and laughed.
"Ha, fix me? Babe, I've been broken all my fucking life. I couldn't fix myself, you think you can?"
"If you were, then who was the girl who fixed everyone?" He looked dead in my eyes.
"She was never real."
