I'm sitting on the floor in my bathroom, this is the first time I've been inspired to write in months and like you'd guess, I'm inspired by blinding pain. All my life, since I can fucking remember, I've wondered why some certain people treat me a certain type of way. For years, I couldn't get answers so I tried to fix something I didn't have a clue about. At 20, I'm here wondering if all the soul searching, quest for answers, zeal to breakthrough and all I had to go through were necessary. I'm surrounded by lies! Lies everywhere! I've beat myself up for so many years for what wasn't my fault and while I'm relieved I wasn't at fault, I'm utterly bewildered. After all these years, the people I've fought to protect have been lying to me. I don't know how to feel and I know this doesn't make any sense but I'm this close to losing it. This close.
I stood there, my glock 17 in my hands, aimed at his chest. I'd rehearsed lines for this moment but then, staring him in the eye I didn't think it was worth it. I should have gone for the slow death option, I tilted my head to the left a bit so I could study the look in his eyes. I was standing face to face with the love of my life but not for long. I'd watched them transition from slight annoyance ( he didn't like being disturbed as apparently that's what I had been doing for a while) to amusement to disbelief to fear and then... horror. I smiled. I licked my lips- I'm going to be the last thing he sees before he dies, I should make it worth his while. I should make it worth my while too. Oh Lord, he was so handsome. Couldn't recall how many nights I had stayed up watching that face, he looked so magnificent in his sleep. I loved how he smiled in his sleep like he was responding to a private joke. Couldn't recall how many kisses I had planted on th