Heartbreak

Feb 20, 2012 23:13

Wrote this in my English class for an assignment. I envisioned it as jalex, but it's first person so it can literally be whoever.
I kinda wrote it as a break up phone call, in my head, Alex is the one confessing his love - but jack doesn't feel the same. Hence the 'silver bullets' etc. Anyway.

Hope you enjoy:)

One step forward.

Burning my skin - hot to the touch. Like guns slung from the pockets of my hips. I QuickDraw. Just to utter the words, an uncomfortable feeling arises.

Breathe.

I twirl the phone, then squeeze the trigger.

Last chance.

Three whole words, and eight letters late. You choose your spot, then blast me through the heart.

Unworthy. Meaningless. Alone.

The burning returns.

Two steps back.

Like high noon, calamity, hard liquor in the old Last Chance Saloon strike as pleasing.

Silence.

The burning dispurses as the sheriff returns.
A sigh of relief.

One step back.

A tap on the shoulder - a point to the car. In my boot, another ones concealed.

An intake of breath.

Sharp, quick silver bullets pelting at the heart.

Burning. Destroying. Breaking.

One step forward,
Two steps back.

jalex, drabble

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