Pulling the Trigger (short story)

[LilTrix]

Pulling the Trigger

Rated:PG-13

When I've had enough...you will know.

"Justin. Put. The. Gun. Down."

Mellisa spoke slowly. Her words watery and trembling. She eyed the cool piece of steel extending from Justin's shaking hand, following its projected point to Brad's head. Brad was crying, silently begging for his mother. He had wet himself and the stench hung in the air of the poorly ventilated classroom.

Justin stood over Brad's kneeling form. He just had to smirk. The school's most popular jock was at his feet, pleading for his life. But this victory had come too late. Justin swallowed the bitter bile building in his throat. Brad had gone too far and Justin wasn't going to take it anymore. It was time for Brad to learn his place.

At this thought Justin grinned, sweatdrops running down his nose landing on the top of his lip. He licked it off, pushing his wire framed glassed back onto his nose. He was scared, but at the same time he felt alive, more alive then he had ever felt in his fifteen years.

"Well Brad, how does it feel? Don't you wish you had stayed in bed this morning?" Justin's voice was clear and taunting, challenging Brad to defy him. Of course Brad was too busy pissing himself to do such a thing.

Justin threw his head back and laughed. It was cold, hallow, bouncing off the vanilla walls and shattering into a thousand echos. The other students in the class huddled closer together in fear. The reality of this situation finally hitting home. Justin's wild eyes scanned his classmate's pertrified faces. This was just too sweet.

This was so unlike the mild-mannered book worm everyone knew. But Justin had had enough. He was tired... of the jabs and jeers, of constantly being picked on. He was tired of being over-looked. He was tired, so tired of running for his life after school, being chased by Brad and the rest of the jocks wanting to beat him up for reasons he could not grasp.

"J-Justin, m-man...I am so sorry. Dude...I s-swear I never---"

"SHUT-UP!" Justin yelled over Brad's begging. The students huddled closer together in the corner and one girl shrieked, covering her ears.

"You had no right...no reason to do the things you did to me." Justin's voice was thick with tears and he could not stop them as he shut his eyes and squeezed the trigger.

He had thought that there would be a loud noise--a sort of popping of the air. He also assumed that his arm would pull and jerk and that his skinny body would have to struggle to keep still from the recoil. But he heard nothing and he felt surprisingly light and free...as if his soul was let loose with the release of the bullet from the gun's barrel.

Justin opened his eyes, everything moving in slow motion. Brad's body gave a sudden jolt and he seemed to rise as if to make a last attempt to run. But instead, he hit the floor with a muffled thud. His eyes held light for a split second longer, then they started to fade like a candle at the end of its wick.

Justin looked at the body, the horrified screams in the background lost on him. His gaze followed the blood trail that had begun at Brad's temple then trickled down the front of his face, across his parted lips, and onto the floor.

He then snapped his eyes to Melissa, his long time crush and Brad's girlfriend. She was head cheerleader and to Justin, she represented everything he wish he had in high school. Popularity, good looks, friends...things so out of his reach.

He smiled at her horror-struck expression and it seemed to Melissa that Justin was no longer himself. It seemed he had no more control over his actions.

Justin sighed, letting the air out in one long breath.

"I wish this had all turned out differently."

Without any other warning, Justin raised the pistol to his head and pulled the trigger.

[Eienvine]

Hoi. That was . . . intense. Very well written, LilTrix. Good job.

[AnShino]

Very very...wow. That was...realistic. Very realistic. I liked it.

[teardropdangel]

Very Very Cool. A bit disturbing, but cool nonetheless

[LilTrix]

This story came out of nowhere...I am telling the truth when I say I had no motive for this story. I was watching SpongeBob when the idea just popped into my head...

Anywho, I though it was poorly written and a bit predictable. But thanks guys for the positve feedback!!

[Mellie]

Wow, I had chills after reading that! It was spooky, realistic, and just plain good. Excellent job.

[Leia Avenrose]

Realistic stories own! This just shows what happens to the anti-social people in school when they can't have something they so desperately want and crave for, something that is beyond their reach, something that just doesn't recognize them.

I was the anti-social type in school; suicide is an everyday thought on the mind as you are anti-social... the feeling of being worthless and a failure also pushes you, at least it did for me, but suicide was never the answer for me, depression was. :/

Alas, even of my angst story.

That was well written, I enjoyed reading it.

...makes me want to write something realistic now. *slaps wrist* Bad Leia. BAD!

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[LilTrix]

Yes Leia, I agree with you. I went through the whole anti social behavior, but it was in 5th grade. I wasn't suicidal, but I was very drepressed. By the time I arrived at High School, I was alot better; I was more comfortable and confident with myself.

I guess this story illustrates what happens when a person is too depressed and too far gone...