"Bang!"

A/N: (jeg bare liker å skrive det, A/N altså...)....jaaa, historie...som jeg skrev i spansken fordi internettet mitt var nede...Jeg vet ikke om det er noen feil...for jeg har ikke lest gjennom den mer enn to ganger, og har ingen planer om å sjekke det nå....Well good read...tell me if you like it!!!!


”BANG!” It rang in my ears. The sound, the vibrations of the feelings of not really understanding what I actually just did. Tears streaming down my face. My hair should be blowing in the wind, looking free, not lying tight to my head, water cascading down it. In my mind when I had done this over and over, I had looked like a hero, a saviour, a good person. But I didn’t, I didn’t feel anything, not any worse or any better then I had two minutes ago. The minutes before the sound rang out.

The metal felt heavy in my hand. I dropped it. He had given it to me. It wasn’t old; it wasn’t new, just like him. A little hard on the trigger, like it didn’t want to do what it knew it was made to do. It had no choice so it gave the choice to me instead. As if I wouldn’t do this, just because I met a little resistance. We would never understand each other, from different worlds, we were different people. Where I was stubborn and calm, he was mad and wild, the man who gave me the gun. I had looked up to him, like a child that doesn’t fully understand the world yet.

I brought my hand up to dry my tears. I don’t know what I was crying for, there was nothing to cry about, no reason for the tears. I was soaked to the bone now, like the sky was feeling my emptiness, and crying for it, the emptiness, for me. I never doubted he loved me, the man lying in front of me. And at some point I know I loved him back. He was careless, and he asked me something he knew I wouldn’t do. Couldn’t do!

I went over to the dead body, grabbed a hold of the feet, and dragged it further into the forest, the water still raining down. The hair of the thing was dragged after the body, more and more mud, grass and sticks getting stuck to the corpse. I dragged it to the hole, the hole that was deep in the forest, the one I had dug earlier. In this hole it could lay and rot, I wouldn’t care! Maybe a wild animal would find it and eat it, rip it to pieces, like it had ripped my soul to bits.

I went back for the gun, brought it with me as I walked out to the grave again. As I walked through the forest his voice rang in my ears, the man who gave me the gun, raised me, loved me, and took care of me. “I need you to do something for me, Andrea; I need you to kill a man for me.” Now I had. Still, I had this feeling that if he could see me now, he wouldn’t be as proud as he said he would. I dropped the gun in the hole. The sound of the metal hiting the corpse ringing in my ears.

I am pretty sure that when he said “A man”, he didn’t mean himself. I bent down to the grave, and whispered “I said I didn’t kill. The only thing I wouldn’t do, but you made me promise. You made me. Now I have kept the promise.”

I walked away, and the rain finally stopped…