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With a gun to my head, I knew the guy I once loved was gone. New story draft, starts somewhere in the middle.. Read? (:
"Is this what u wanted all along?" I screamed as loud as my lungs would allow me to. When he didn't answer I tried a new method. I picked up an old battery laying on the ground and threw it. Right through the window, bingo. Shards of glass fell onto the freshly dewed grass. I tried screaming again, trying to be heard. "Where is she? Is she there with u right now?". No reply, until the window began to move. He jerked it up and as he did I pulled out the shotgun I'd stolen, and unsteadily lifted it to my head. I wasn't bluffing when I zei I'd kill myself then and I sure as hell wasn't bluffing now. A few seconden later she showed up behind him. "No no, baby don't do this. I didn't mean to I - just put the gun down. I didn't mean it when I zei it. I was mad. I still love you," he pleaded. "Don't just tell me what I want to hear, I know u don't mean any of it," loud sobs followed shortly after. I promised myself I wouldn't cry, this wouldn't be his last memories of me. "Angel no, I'm not lying to you. I have never lied to u and I'm not going to start now. I really didn't mean it, I love u with all my heart. Please, just put the gun down. This won't solve anything. I
want to be with you. Don't do this," He was begging. Half of me wanted to believe his words and half of me knew better. I cocked the gun and put my finger on the trigger. "I'm doing it," I whispered. But something held me back. He stuck a leg out the window and started doing the same with the other. He held onto the windowsill and worked his way to the edge. He let go and caught on to the trappenhuis below. He lifted himself up on to the platform and started running down, three steps at a time. I started backing up, further and further down the narrow alley. He came charging towards me and I panicked. He duif on top, boven of me and I accidentally pulled the trigger. I shot myself right above my left collarbone. I screamed out, the warm blood was flowing out of my skin and down my chest. I could feel my
want to be with you. Don't do this," He was begging. Half of me wanted to believe his words and half of me knew better. I cocked the gun and put my finger on the trigger. "I'm doing it," I whispered. But something held me back. He stuck a leg out the window and started doing the same with the other. He held onto the windowsill and worked his way to the edge. He let go and caught on to the trappenhuis below. He lifted himself up on to the platform and started running down, three steps at a time. I started backing up, further and further down the narrow alley. He came charging towards me and I panicked. He duif on top, boven of me and I accidentally pulled the trigger. I shot myself right above my left collarbone. I screamed out, the warm blood was flowing out of my skin and down my chest. I could feel my
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