Contestant Name: Sahar Saleemi
“What are you waiting for?! Go ahead, just kill her already!”
“No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, don’t do that.”
“She’s made you so miserable, remove her! Get rid of her, now!”
Her grip tightens around the revolver and the index finger quivers just above the trigger.
“Please don’t do this Zara, think of the pain you’ll cause her, her family! I beg you; just put the gun down please.”
Zara lowers the gun.
“Oh come on! Seriously! You coward! It’s not going to hurt anymore, shoot her, end your miseries, set yourself free! Listen to me, trust me.”
“Zara please don’t! It’s just not the right thing to do, it’s not the solution. It’s a major sin! I’m sure you can figure this out. You’ve always pulled through. You’ll make it work this time too, trust me. She is innocent; she doesn’t deserve to die like this. She’s full of life and has so much love to give. Give her just another chance at life, please!”
“Oh, what nonsense is this?! She deserves to die! Just do it girl! You’ll actually be doing her a favor. She’s worthless, a piece of garbage, no one loves her and no one will miss her.”
She raises the gun back up again, the metal cold against her own temple, her reflection blurry in the mirror, the tears flowing freely. She pulls the trigger.
No more voices.
Total words: 238
This is a short story entry by PLB member Sahar Saleemi
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