She is so fucking gorgeous; my gorgeous girl...
I hate that fucking prick: the guy in the window, who’s eating the face off my ex.
That fucking bitch...whore...I sniff and wipe the snot on the worn sleeve of the jacket she gave me, I wish I could end this...I clutch my chest as if reaching for my soul; as if there’s anything left to reach for anymore...
I cock the revolver; let’s end this...
My steps across the road from the beach front feel heavy – they see me through the window before I’m halfway way; panic flashes across her face and frustrated fury on his...
Despite the warning, he takes a surprisingly long time to answer the door – ya’ lose sight as you come up to the front door, so I figured they had to freaking out; I feel myself get a little turned on...
We – he and me - end up answering the at the door at the same time...or maybe he was watching me the whole time, either way, I put the gun straight to his forehead, silencing the fucker with shock, you’ll get a real fuckin’ shock inaminute mate; proper Horror Show like...
My new best friend and I waltz into the living room together – no need to close the door, this’ll be over soon enough – and my ex, my beautiful, horse faced ex girlfriend, screams her shrill fucking head off...for about three quick seconds, before I bust a cap in the bitches left knee cap – then she really starts to holler!
‘WHAT ARE YOU DOIIIING?!?!’ the whore screams at the top of her church-girl lungs.
‘What does it fucking look like?!’ I shout back sarcastically, with the biggest grin I’ve had on my face for months.
‘Please don’t do this Mikey!!’ shouts the very daring companion of our young – five years older than I – little bitch.
I turn to him.
‘What, the fuck did you just call me?’ I say through gritted teeth, with the crazy eyes.
‘Nothing...’ he says looking to the floor like a mongrel that’s just been shouted at for jumping on the sofa.
I whirl round suddenly and confront my nemesis/saviour, ‘WHY DID YOU DO IT?!’ I bellow, with high pitched and desperate cry.
‘I-I don’t know what you’re talking about!’ she screams...
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‘WHAT?!’ I shriek.
‘What am I supposed to have done...?’ she squeaks timidly; she’s pissed herself; yes!
...I spend what feels like five lifetimes, just looking into those vast, colourless pools of nothing; she really has no clue what I’m talking about...
...everything I am, was and every could be, has just faded to nothing in that single moment, she has no idea, I repeat over and over again in my head, flabbergasted at how completely and utterly vapid she is...
‘Fuck this,’ I say to the ceiling, ‘and fuck you,’ I say, turning back to my end ...
In goes the gun and out goes the bullet, out through the other end of all the most precious Flesh and Bone in my entire body...
...darkness...a crazy and euphoric dream...
...I don’t think there’s a God...
...a tear...
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