In life there is pain, there is hope and love, and there is defeat,
there is hate, and there is death. There is also irony. It was ironic
how the bullet that I fired at myself, the one that was supposed to
kill me, the one that very easily could have been directed at a zombie,
or at Nicole, it didn’t go off. the irony was most things getting shot
at would hope that the bullet did not go off, but I was hopping the
opposite. Chris found me, and his sister. When he found me I was still
shooting the gun in my hand. It was making a clicking noise, but no
mater how many times I pulled the trigger it would not go off. I guess
part of the reason that I didn’t just cock the gun back and try at it
with a different round was because of my shock. I was not thinking I
was just doing.
Now I was alone, sitting in an isolated part of
the bjs store that was now as far as we knew 100% secure. I was still
in shock. Chris took it hard too, he took the gun away from me and gave
it to Jacob. Neither me or Chris were in any condition to be carrying a
gun. I was quietly thinking to my self about how I basically killed
myself, sure I lived but that’s not what I wanted. I pulled the
trigger, and in some other world that bullet went off, and I was dead.
I was thinking now at an unhealthy level. About death and about the
world, about god and my faith, if that’s what you wanted to call it.
The room was dark, and I didn’t know what time it was, nor did I
pretend to care. It had to be sometime in the early ams before the sun
came up. I was not crying, and my eyes were dry, no I was beyond
crying, I didn’t exist. That’s the best way to describe the feeling. I
was not there. Sure my body was, but my mind was absent, there was
nothing. I stared at the wall blankly.
Chris opened the door to
the storage closet that I had got into. The light hurt my eyes. He
walked over as the door shut behind him and sat down next to me without
saying anything. For a time we just sat there, and really I didn’t even
notice Chris. I mean I knew he was there, but I did not take note, it
was as if I knew but I didn’t. its such a hard feeling to explain,
simply because there is nothing there. I was feeling nothingness. “ I
don’t blame you” words that broke into the nothingness and it became
something. A phrase that came into my thoughts. I sat and thought
about it. “when your ready to come out…were all waiting for you…” he
got up and left. Again the nothingness came on, but this nothing had
something in it. The words that right now seemed empty. At least I had
something in my mind. Something that still felt like nothing. I don’t
blame you I thought, my thoughts were answered by a voice that was deep
inside me
“but you’re the one who shot her, you had the gun, you
let her go first” the voice said, it sounded shaky. I sat there and a
tear finally came to my eye as feelings started to come back into my
numb mind. I sat there and cried
