The Gun....

I shutter as his tiny hand raises Holding a weapon of hate As he puts the barrel of the gun up to my head...I sit there frozen unable to move... not thinking...not breathing...nothing...I feel nothing I hear deathly words uttered from his precious mouth " Vicky do you think this gun is loaded?" That's right he knew me... he knew my name...he knew my mom...and he knew I loved him " DO YOU THINK THE FUCKING GUN IS LOADED?" Now he was yelling at me, and all I could do was shake my head...back and forth.... " Well let's just be sure..." I sat there in disbelief, as he pulled the trigger I was suddenly watching myself sitting there on the cold hard ground, my eyes clutched close, my hands moving and tangling in nervousness * Click * Opening my eyes I see him sitting there just looking at me " Oh my god, Vicky...do you think I could actually hurt you? "  He asked while he hugged me. I was still not breathing...suddenly I took a deep breath and let him hold me... After a few seconds passed I pulled away and just looked at him sitting there with a hurt expression on his face.... He asked again " Do you really think I would hurt you? " " I don't know, what the fuck am i supposed to think? " I asked as I collapsed on the ground in fright. " God Vicky, you're my cousin, I could never hurt you. " "Damn it Kyle. Then why did you do that? " I still have not gotten a response to that question, maybe he doesn't know why. I've gotten letters, I've gotten calls, they've all ended the same way; Love your cousin Kyle.  P.S. I'm sorry. Every time no matter what.  So even though I don't want to tell you, oh cousin of mine, I forgive you.  I forgive you, and I love you.I'm sorry Kyle....I do love you you are my 5th cousin and I just wanted to tell you that I don't mean to act all stupid and...ergness...but yea love vicky Written December 29th, 2001 © on Dec 28 2001 03:18 PM PST   0 • 8