No Going Back

Adrenaline rushed through my veins, I had a perfect shot. I pushed the bi-pod to the ground, steadying my shot. Looking through the site I caught his arm in my line of view. Taking my head away from the deadly weapon, a smirk found it’s way upon my face. Time slowed, I could feel wind rushing by my ears, only emphasizing the blood pounding in my brain. I paused, taking in my surroundings. To my left, storm clouds moved close at an alarming rate, making the evening sky an even darker hue. On the right was a couple, gazing lovingly at each other. Light glinted off of an engagement ring, slapping the smirk of my face and replacing it with a scowl. I felt rage bubble up inside of me, I should have that! That should be me and Aashi! It’s been three years since our wedding day, three years since I opened my mouth to chant ‘I do’, three years since I’ve been waiting for this moment. Three years!

I took a deep breath through my nose, smelling everything around me. Baked goods from the bakery in front of me, spices floating from the restaurant through the air. Trees and nature behind me, luring me into a sense of security. I could smell the incoming storm raging beside me, hear the thunder claps it brings with it wherever it goes. Lowering my head to the site one last time, a million thoughts polluted my brain with a murky smog. This is my last chance. I have one shot, one shot, this is the last moment I will have without eyes peering down my back, ready to attack. After this, I know my fate. Prison. Others may know this as the day I threw my life away for the sake of revenge, but I will know, I did not have a life to throw away, because Brock Johnson killed me the day he shot my wife, Aashi Patel.

Forefinger on the trigger, my thumb moved and pulled the safety. I glanced one last time to make sure Johnson was in the dead center of my target. As I exhaled I pulled back on the trigger, getting ready to release the pressure and end it all. I relax my muscles and-

Scream

Pain shoots through my back and I feel a warm wetness drip down my back. My breath is shaky, I try to turn and see what happened but I fall to the ground, blood pooling up underneath me. I cough, vaguely tasting iron and feeling a thick substance running out of my mouth. It feels like lives have passed, but some small part of my brain tells me it’s scarcely been minutes. Heavy breaths and sobs attempt to dive through my body, but fail miserably. My brain moves a mile a minute trying to sit back up and just shoot! I feel my breaths get shallower and farther apart as my brain gets dimmer. I faintly hear screams coming from around me and a child crying. I could feel someone’s feet pounding on the ground, putting their hand on my shoulder.

Ma’am? Ma’am are you alright? What is your name? There is help on the way. Their voice sounded hollow, like they were underwater. Or maybe I was underwater.

I turned my head so I looked at the sky. The storm was upon us and rain was pouring down, teardrops falling from the sky mixing with the raindrops leaking from my eyes. A new storm arriving as an old one leaves. A smile played on my lips. My eyes shifted from the storm to the woman attempting to comfort me.

“It’s okay” I whisper, to myself or the woman, I do not know. I inhale as much as I can, and exhale one last time. Because I know, this time, there’s no going back.

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