Drabbles

Drabbles

Random little things that just pop into my head as I go about this thing called 'life'.

published on May 20, 20173 reads 3 readers 0 not completed
i'm so done

i'm so done

"why can't they just leave me the f*ck alone?!" abigail screamed into the open field. "i did every little thing they f*cking asked of me, isn't my loyalty enough?" she continued, turning to the man in the suit. "this is all of your fault. if you hadn't showed up on my doorstep in the middle of the night and if i didn't answer any of your f*cking questions, then i wouldn't be in this situation, my mother wouldn't hate me and my girlfriend would still be alive. but no!" she said, drawing out the last syllable of the last word. "my curiosity just had to get the better of me!" she ranted, throwing her hands in the air with slight exasperation. "first you blame me, and now you are blaming yourself. choose one please." said the man calmly, his hands behind his back. "i would blame you, if i were you. you had the chance to kick me off of your stoop, you had the chance to quit this organization and you didn't take it. now, untie my hands. killing me won't solve anything."  he continued, shaking his head.

"oh i know that, but i also knowing that killing his most faithful servant is going to piss the big guy off." she said, waving the hand that held a .99 magnum. "so, i'm going to kill you, hide  somewhere in the country until everything calms down and come back with a brand new identity and memory. have fun in hell you shit eater." she laughed, shoving the male who was significantly taller than she was to the ground, dirtying the clean black suit. "such a pity, i was really starting to like you. i really was, but now that your asshole of a boss pissed me off, it's night night for you c*cksucker." she giggled, shaking her head.

she looked crazy, her chin-length blonde hair tangled and a mess, dirt streaking her pale skin, the simple blue t-shirt and black skirt ripped and covered in what she hoped wasn't blood and her brown eyes had turned wide and red, like she as on some kind of drug.

abigail placed the barrel of  the gun against the middle of his forehead, giving his a rather disturbing smile as she asked him. "what would you like your last words to be? hm? speak quickly before i splatter your brains all over the grass."

he was silent for a moment, before saying. "good luck."

BANG!

then there was silence.
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