A VicTiM of 'FriEndLy' FirE

Playing in my head: Leaving on a Jet Plane- Chantal Kreviazuk
The look: Fake pasted smile; smoky eyes trying to fight back tears
Wanting to: Scream yet let the moment pass in silence; wave goodbye yet hide her within the folds of my heart
Watching: My life being uprooted as the plane takes off and disappears into the horizon
Left with: The anticipation of seeing history repeat itself in the near future

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She pointed the gun at her temple and pulled the trigger. A fierce heat exploded from where the bullet had lodged itself and the pain shot through her veins uncontrollably. She fell to the ground. Her hurt poured out onto the cold marble in shades of red and black, and then finally, white. The first bullet had left her gasping for air. The second one would definitely kill her. She had no control as her hand and with it the barrel of the gun made its inevitable journey towards her heart.