Hand Gun

By: Ali M. Wagner

Click.

Fear overtook her eyes.

Anger controlled his mind.

A pistol pointed at her face,

as tears ran down her cheek.

“Tell me! Tell me what you did!”

he screamed over and over again.

She cried harder and harder,

she brought this upon herself.

She tried to leave him,

she tried to sneak out,

when he was passed out.

She couldn’t take it anymore,

all the drinking,

all the partying,

all the harassment from his friends.

She used to love this monster,

but she gave her heart away,

gave it away to another man,

and just like that,

she would be over.

“How could you! I loved you!”

he tried to convince her,

but she wasn’t buying it.

“Just kill me, it’s hell here with you anyways”

she spoke in a whisper.

Pop.

Click.

Pop.

Click.

Pop.

Three gunshots,

straight to the head.

“Goodbye my love”

he watched the blood drip,

from her wounds.

Click.

Pop.

The handgun fell to the floor,

and he was no more.