A Short Story : A Story?

George shook his head. “No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. It’s just that we gotta go before-” Suddenly, he whipped around to his bindle and pulled out Carlson’s Luger, expertly pointing at a spot in the brush behind them.

“Uh, yeah! Sure!” When I knew I was l alone I ran all over town looking for the source of the snow. I finally found it at an abandoned warehouse just outside of town. I waited a couple of seconds before saying something but before I could, someone spoke.

“You don’t just feed junk to someone after two months of-” He cut himself off, groaning and rubbing his temples. It didn’t look like the coffee was doing much for him.

When they staggered away, she put the shotgun to her shoulder. “He started a whole damn movement, huh?”

"Ya fallin' for tha chick that poisoned ya, nice." He muttered, closing his eyes as a goofy grin crossed his face. A low groan like growl escaped his lips.

When they arrived at the house, Justin refused to enter the house. “Please, help me clean my cuts. I’ll get the first-aid kit from the kitchen,” Ernest said going into the house and left Justin sitting on the steps.

Frank nodded his head slowly and looked up at Gerard with pleading eyes, "Yes, sir." Frank replied and looked down at the bed.

Earl laughed. “Shelby, that’s the dumbest idea I ever heard. You’re talking about shooting a live grenade.”

Tom had been in the shower for nearly an hour, and he wondered how long he should leave it before he intervened. Another minute? Ten? Thirty? What was the acceptable time limit on showering after witnessing your brother’s suicide and did he, as an outsider, have the right to reinforce it? But as the minutes ticked by, his unease slowly morphed into real fear, and a cold prickle of panic snaked under his skin. What if Tom were lying on the bathroom floor, a bloody razor clutched in one hand, his wrists sliced open in a final act of fraternal unity? It was a terrifying thought, and once the image had planted itself in Booker’s mind, he couldn’t rid himself of the frightening vision. His guilt was already consuming him in a raging torrent of what-ifs and determined not to make the same mistake again, he came to a decision. Interrupting his friend in the shower might not win him any brownie points on the friendship front, but he certainly wasn’t about to sit back and allow another Hanson brother to intentionally end their life through a self-inflicted act of violence. He knew he would never forgive himself if his inaction failed to save another life, and as he focused on the deadly possibilities, the glass of whiskey slipped from his fingers and tumbled to the floor, spilling its contents over the worn linoleum. Startled out of his stupor, he jumped to his feet and sprinted across the

“What did he say?” I asked, trying to hide my curiosity. “C’mon! I’m sure it’s not as bad as all that.”

“God dammit.” I pushed off the couch and managed to make it to the door. I opened it, half expecting Aiden to come back from his job, but bright blue locks told me otherwise.

“Yeah-what the fuck?” Jimmy coughed as he brushed the dust off his uniform and weapon.

“George honey, are you falling ill? Let me go make you some tea and we can talk about this.” I start to head for the door. I reach for the handle but I hear his clunky boots stomping behind me. “So you can run off with him and leave me here alone? I don't think so, we are moving. We’re getting out of this town within the week. We are going to restart our lives somewhere far away from here, from him. Until then, you are staying in this room!” He grabs my arm and pulls me back away from the door. I've never seen him like this before, so strong and hard headed. Before I can say another word he dashes out and closes the locks the door behind him. I quickly get up and pull desperately on the door handle.“George you open this door right this instant! You hear me?”

Everything began that night with the ringtone of my phone, echoing through my dining room.

I knew this was it, nothing else matter. I felt out of my body in this moment. The water turn on by itself. The water was the most beautiful thing I have seen in so long. Nothing could compare to the release the water will bring me. The way I will feel no more pain, because the water came me the release I’ve been craving. I lower myself into the tub. I lay down and took my last breath of air. I then submerged my head into the water.