Trigger
I didn't have to pull the trigger. Or at least I thought so. Those vows would have sealed my fate into dangerous territory if I didn’t. As I waited for my time to go, my heart pumped with dread of the feeling of being engaged to a man that could be just as bad as the last, my heart continued pumping blood through my shaking body.
Beautiful chains of daisies hung alongside the columns of marble framing the garden are raised around me. Sweet music started playing as my best friend took my hand while we walked down the aisle. Jake’s face gleamed as I finally stepped in front of him. His hair was slightly dishevelled like he couldn’t help but run his fingers through it.
“I d...” I collapsed. Down to the ground in tears I went, bringing down a vase of pink roses with me. I could clearly remember my last wedding as if it was yesterday.
There was a bouquet of roses in my hands. An emerald green trail from my dress flowing behind me. A secret weapon hiding in between the roses. I could taste the feeling of terror on my tongue. It all finished the moment he said: “I do”. I grabbed the gun and whispered into his ear as the audience gasped. “I can’t be the hit man’s dog any longer” It ended in silence as I backed away. I held the gun to his head... And pulled the trigger.
My head was finally free of the misery, but I struggled to get up, I had to grasp the officiant’s hand to pull myself into a crouch. I hurried to clean up the roses, apologizing to everyone as I got up. “Back with the wedding then?” The officiant requested, and I nodded in return.
“Do you, June, take Jake to be your lawfully wedded husband?” For a moment I hesitated, dramatic music playing in my mind. “No…”
Again I apologized before spinning around. Gathering my dress, I ran as fast as I could away, the trail of my dress rippling as it flowed behind me. In addition, I knocked over another vase of roses and sent them flying as a huge crash sounded behind me.
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