I have the taste of nicotine blood and beer in my mouth after another fight with you. you make me crazy and I cant stand you. you beat me and don’t respect me. you humiliate me in public and beat me in private. the bruises and cuts are easy to cover up with makeup but they still hurt. it ends tonight. you drove me to this. I take your gun that you hide in the closet and load the chamber with six bullets. once again your drunk in your chair with the TV on. I take aim and cock the trigger and you wake up at the noise and dive at me. the gun goes flying. you knock me down and kick me in my face. I crawl over to where I dropped the gun and grab it. I pull the trigger once. twice. three, four and five times. once more and then all I hear are empty,dry clicks. your done. your dead. I’m free at last... but wait what’s that? I hear sirens. oh god someone called the police. its ok though. it was all in self defense. they cant do anything. I take the keys and drive away…
