So this is a story I wrote for class, the restrictions for the assignment?
no dialogue
no high detail
inspired by a song
It’s the calm before the storm that catches you off guard. The silence surrounding you, the warm breeze washing over your body and giving you unexplainable cold chills, yes, it is in that moment that you realize that something has gone terribly wrong. Maybe it could be in the way that your breath catches in your chest, or how your hands suddenly feel numb and you feel detached from the world. In this minute you surely know that something will go terribly wrong. Your palms start to sweat and your heart starts to race and you’re looking everywhere to try to figure out what could possibly happen. That’s when it hits you, when it smacks you in the face; it feels like a train crushing your entire body, you fucked up. Those three little words are more than enough encouragement to go and hide, to run to the safe place in your room and make yourself disappear from the world. They wouldn’t notice, would they? They couldn’t notice, I mean after all their heads are shoved so far up their asses they can’t see anything else. At this point in the relationship you know that everything you do is always wrong, you’ve come to expect it and accept it. The sharp sting across your face reminds you where you are and snaps you back into reality, all you can hear is the screaming and the yelling. Suddenly you can’t take it anymore. Suddenly you’re really sick of their bullshit, of their lies. You need them to know how you feel; you need them to feel how you feel. And damn it they will feel how you feel and you will make them understand how you feel if it’s the last thing you do. You don’t know what you’re doing, but you’re doing something. You have to, it’ll never quit if you don’t. You pick up the nearest thing in reach, a revolver out of the nearest drawer. You can feel the cool metal sting your hands as you raise it. The weight tells you it is likely loaded and you scream for them to stop. They won’t, they never have before. You aim and suddenly you can no longer hear clearly, everything feels dulled and quiet. Almost instantly that numb feeling subsides and a sense of relief washes over you as they fall to the floor. All you can do is sit there calmly and quietly, in the never ending peace that follows. It makes you feel so simple, and so clean.
