How do you live, how do you go on when one little sound puts your heart at a stop. Even worse when the one who was supposed to love you has shook you to fear this sound. Afraid to go to sleep, afraid you won’t get lucky again. Afraid you will hear this sound, afraid you’ll wake and find the one you love and supposed to love you holding you down, screaming, “You’re not leaving me Bitch.” Then you see the silver thing he’s holding to your head.
“A bullet is cheaper.”