Journal 4B

Silent screams, lonely thoughts, deep despair was what she felt as she seen him walk through the door with his black duffel bag and suitcase. His shirt was dishoveled and lipstick decorated the rim. As he turned around and looked at her one more time, she slammed the door and began to weep, she trusted himand he betrayed her, she loved him but that no longer mattered because she knew she deserved more, but he didn't. " I'd have to do it myself" she said while taking out a black shiny object out of a small shoesbox. But little did she know that he was standing behind her with the same goal in mind. They began to play tug of war, as the two fought for their life, the gun shot, fired and she dropped to the floor, he bent down and took the gun out her hand, realizing she was dead. His mouth dropped, his hands began to shake, and he took a few steps toward the door, the BB gun he got her for Christmas fell to the floor.