Novel & Cerita Woke Up This Morning And Got Myself A Gun

I couldn’t live with the doubt gnawing at me any longer. --- I wasn’t even sure what I was doing as I rummaged through Lysander’s drawer, my fingers curling around the cold, metallic gun. It felt foreign in my hand, heavy, yet somehow comforting. The faint scent of leather from the holster lingered in the air as I stashed it in my purse. I wasn’t trained for this. I didn’t even know how to shoot properly. But the weight of the gun gave me some semblance of control, and right now, I needed that more than anything.

I closed my eyes counting to hundred and back to one. One's life wasn't meant to be all romantic after all, ups and downs were part of life. Fuck motivation. I picked up the gun beside me and stared at it, I loaded and unloaded it. Pulling the trigger, I shot at the wall creating a hole through it. Anything to pass time till he came home… No. anything to deceive myself. Suddenly, there was a screeching sound. I turned to see my phone beeping. Fucking alarm. I sighed, turning it off.

Finally, he turned to face me, “I’m sorry.” “I’m sorry too. Now, you wanna tell me what the hell’s eating at you?” I said softly. Nathan gazed at me for several seconds, then muttered, “No.” ~~ Hours later, and using my jeans under my head for a pillow, I was in a restless sleep on the floor when I came to full wakefulness by the splintering of the cabin door. Tucking and rolling, I reached for the gun I always kept near me as I came up on my feet in a crouched position. When my hand had come out empty, I silently cursed myself at the foolhardiness of being so preoccupied I'd left my gun in my purse in the other room.

Why? Suddenly, a realisation dawned on me and I jumped out of the bed and frantically scanned the place as the past fears filled my heart. “I-I shot someone!” I searched everywhere but I couldn't see the gun. I was sure I had killed someone. I pulled the trigger just before I landed on the deep slumber which only took me less than two minutes before I could wake up again. “I-I shot someone! I-I am a killer!’ As trembling as a kitten, I continued to grumble while searching for the gun but it was nowhere to be found.

As I ran out of ammo, I tossed the dead man and leaned against a wall trying to reload. The air stiffened. I paused. The thick air was almost suffocating and so I stood still, my plan caught on quickly and a gun was pointed at me. I threw my knife immediately, aiming for the heart. My aim met with certainty and I hurled at him, finishing the job. “AK-47, sweet.” I exclaimed as I retrieved the gun from his dead self. The new play tool I claimed was aimed at my twelve getting ready to strike. Bullet loaded and that alone made my lips spread into a satisfying smile.

"He was more brave than you would ever dream of being." A rushing sound filled my ears at these words. I absolutely hated it when someone reminded me of my dead father or reminded me of the man I became because of him. "Get up," I ordered through gritted teeth. "Get up, now." Mitch grinned again, giving me a full view of those rotten teeth. "Or what?" "Or this!" I growled. And before anyone could guess what was coming, I dug into my pocket and with lightning-fast speed, pulled out a gun.

With a swift motion, I wrapped it low around my waist, the fabric clinging to my damp skin. Walking out of the bathroom, I ran a clean towel through my hair, the soft fabric drying the wet strands. My eyes instinctively went to my phone—it had been a long day, and I needed a glass of wine to help me unwind before sleep. But before I could grab my phone, I heard the faint creak of my door. Without thinking, my hand instinctively reached for the gun on the table instead. I aimed it with precision, the safety clicked off, and I slowly turned the handle. As the door creaked open, I kept the gun leveled, my eyes narrowing on the figure standing in the doorway.

Kelvin I awoke with a jerk, my eyes flying open as I reached for the gun I always tucked into the waistband of my trousers. When I came up empty, panic shot through the roof and I sat upright, glancing around the area. It wasn't until I spotted the tray of food that the events of the previous day came back to me. Shooting… The cabin… Laura. That prompted me to get my ass in motion. Flipping back the covers, I had forgotten about the gunshot wound until pain exploded down my arm, reminding me.

I pulled my gun from the back of my pants before I sat down, my fingers still over the gun as I laid it over my lap. His gaze flickered from the gun to me, trying to read my actions and guess my next move. "So, guess what," I started, "You were right, can you believe that." I chuckled at the you were right sentence. It makes me laugh every time, "It was indeed a drug." He nodded, his eyes on the gun, "And let me guess," He lifted his eyes up, "You are here to finish what you started in the morning."

I tossed the couple picture outside through the window after staring at it, to be honest, the lady looks charming when she's young, I wondered if they had kids but right now, it doesn't matter. A feeling of relief runs down my spine as soon as I lay on the soft, graceful bed. It's really been a long day and my foot seems tired. I toss my boots aside, placing my handgun beside me, making sure it can be in reach when I need it, you can't be too careful these days. ************* The slow creak of the door wake me up, quickly, I lift my gun and points it to the door. “It's me, Mel” she says, raising her hand.