The Kill
One.
Hotel room 6277, that’s where they found me; clothed in my favorite pair of torn and faded blue jeans and my usual band T-shirt. My shoulder-length black hair was obviously unkempt, my piercing, icy blue eyes staring straight ahead.
A small handgun lay beside my hand on that bathroom floor, my fingers barely touching the edge of it. Small shards of glass were scattered about the floor, a few small pieces still clinging to my knuckles as I lay there, cold and lifeless, the once perfectly white tile of the bathroom floor, now stained with my crimson red blood.
I guess you’re wondering how I ended up lying on this bathroom floor in some nameless hotel, right? I guess I’ll start at the beginning; ‘the beginning’ meaning that night. That night that was always the prominent thing on me mind. The night I was to propose to her; the love of my life, the one I wanted to be with forever.
The plan was; I was going to drive to her house, take out my key, let myself in while she was at work, and make it the most magical night I could think of. Rose petals scattered about the bed and floor of her room, lights dimmed, candles lit, a bouquet of roses on her desk with a note tied to them and the small box that withheld the ring laid beside the vase.
A small handgun lay beside my hand on that bathroom floor, my fingers barely touching the edge of it. Small shards of glass were scattered about the floor, a few small pieces still clinging to my knuckles as I lay there, cold and lifeless, the once perfectly white tile of the bathroom floor, now stained with my crimson red blood.
I guess you’re wondering how I ended up lying on this bathroom floor in some nameless hotel, right? I guess I’ll start at the beginning; ‘the beginning’ meaning that night. That night that was always the prominent thing on me mind. The night I was to propose to her; the love of my life, the one I wanted to be with forever.
The plan was; I was going to drive to her house, take out my key, let myself in while she was at work, and make it the most magical night I could think of. Rose petals scattered about the bed and floor of her room, lights dimmed, candles lit, a bouquet of roses on her desk with a note tied to them and the small box that withheld the ring laid beside the vase.
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