Y Sunday, October 12, 2008
1:17 am
I've heard somewhere, I can't quite remember exactly where, that shooting a gun was as uncomplicated as it gets. A binary choice. You either pull the trigger, or you don't. What they didn't tell you, was that in a nightmare, every choice you make is a wrong one. I have been asleep for so long, dreaming of nothing but nightmares. The wrong choices didn't matter anymore, the illusion of choice long dispelled. "I-it doesn't have to end like th-this!"
A coward's plea for life. I could smell his fear as I levelled my gun, pressing the cold, lifeless barrel into his forehead.
"N-No! Please! It's always the right time to do the right thing, don't do it, no, please.."
The right thing? I threw my head back and laughed. The right thing? Perhaps it should have occured to me, only I was a few hundred bullet shells too late, what was one more to that count? I thumbed the safety off, the click echoing into the recesses of my mind.