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Him

All I can remember is hearing him screaming to put the gun down. For the first time I was no longer being seen as the “quiet” one, or the "jokester". In my mind I was telling myself to calm down, that it was okay to let go. But my soul was telling me to kill this man. I seen the fear in his eyes, for the first time I was not going to let this man get up. We had been fighting all day…and still I do not know what the argument was all about.
All I can remember  is waking up on the floor, with the worse headache. Body aching and the sound of his voice in the other room.
I felt as though the entire world was sitting on top of me, yet it couldn’t stop me from seeing the blood oozing down the side of my face. It became all too familiar, the pain on the side of my face…the blood coating my tongue and the bruising that I would hide from the world. I loved this man…gave him my all. There was nothing that I would not do to please him…yet there were too many things that honestly did not.  
Yet with all of the love that resided in my heart my soul wanted him dead, my body resented this man and despised the ground that he walked on.
 
He was already dead before I even decided to pick up the gun…
This is the story About Him
Written by BlkLyrycE
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