Five of them sat around the table. It was a circular table, and they were all drinking fairly heavily. They had all decided to play a game. Billy took the 357 from his pocket, Removed the round to show everyone, then reinserted it. He spun the cylinder and pushed it in and set it down in the middle of the table. He spun it like you would a bottle if you were playing spin the bottle. The barrel point at Tommy.
Tommy picked it up and put it to his head and pulled the trigger
Click
He popped the cylinder out, spun it, pushed it back in, set it down on the table and spun it again. It pointed to Billy.
Billy picked it up, put into his head, and quickly pull the trigger.
Click.
He popped the cylinder out, spun it, pushed it back in, set it back on the table and spun it. This time it pointed to Rod.
Rod hesitated before picking up the revolver. He went pale and hesitated even longer before putting the gun to his head.
“Do it, or leave the table.” Billy said abruptly.
Rod slowly put the gun to his head, going to even paler, hesitated a moment longer and pulled the trigger.
Click.
With shaking hands he popped out the cylinder, spun it, pushed it back in, set it on the table and spun it. Billy, again.
He swiftly reached out and picked up the gun, put into his head and pulled the trigger.
Click.
He repeated the procedure leaving barrel pointing at Tommy, again.
Tommy picked up the gun and in a quick singular motion put it to his head and pulled the trigger.
He repeated the procedure that had the barrel once again at Rod.
Rod went even paler than he had the previous time, suddenly got up and ran to the bathroom.
“Fucking pussy,” Billy was getting angry. “Spin it again, T.”
Retching noises came from the bathroom as Tommy reached out to spun the gun again. It pointed to Nate.
Nate swallowed hard and looked at each of the boys remaining at the table.
“Do it, or go join pussy boy in the bathroom.” Billy shouted. “You all wanted to play, and now you’re all fucking pussying out!”
Nate slowly reached out for the revolver, a trickle of sweat running down his forehead, slowly eased it up to his head, and pulled the trigger.
Click.
“I don’t think we should do this, any more. Call me what you want. I don’t want to die.” Nate got up and started to go toward the bathroom.
“You’re right,” Billy sad, realizing he may have been pushing them to do something they didn’t really want to. “I don’t think you’re pussies. Sorry if I was an ass.”
“Thank god. I don’t think I could have done it if it had pointed to me.” Daryl had been the only one who had not been chosen by fate to put the gun to his head.
Billy decided he was going to try to defuse the situation. “I have a confession to make. Remember when I took the bullet out to show you, and I dropped it? Well, I switched it for a blank. No one could have died.”
“Fuck, Billy!” They all some what chorused.
“So, what did it feel like?” Daryl asked as he reached over and picked up the gun that was still on the table. He laughed as he put it up to his head.
“No! Don…”
BANG!
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Bekka sat up on her elbows, dripping with sweat. The whole bed was soaked. She could smell the sulfur from the round and feel the blood and brain matter that got on her when gun went off. It hadn’t really been a blank. She was just trying to make the others feel better, and Daryl went and blew his brains out because he believed the gun was empty.
Fuck me!
She was shaking uncontrollably and and it felt like it was 30 below zero in the bedroom. She slid out of bed and went into the Master Bath and pulled the towel off from over the shower and dried herself off. She was calming down, so she was warming up a bit, but she still slipped a comfy dress she wore around the house over her head to help with the cold feeling.
She was alone in the house because her wife was off visiting her kids, but she still felt she needed to have something on to go downstairs, even though she loved being naked. There were no drugs in the house so she would have to rely on the Kraken to numb the pain.
Where did that come from. Haven’t had those kind of memories in years.
She filled the glass with ice and poured as much rum in that fucker as would go and sucked in down. And went over and flicked the TV on. Must be something on to make me forget, again
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No one else was in the house at the time. After a short panic, Billy told the others run as fast as they could to get away and never look back. He told them if anyone asked about the gun, Daryl had shown it to them last week.
He now sat there at the table staring at what was left of Daryl. For some reason he couldn’t get up. His head was a mess and there were pieces of his brain and blood splattered all over the wall where the bullet came out the other side.
That was his bullet. It was him who should have been sitting dead right now. Why can’t I die! WHY!
He didn’t hear Daryl’s parents come in and had no clue of what was going on around him until he heard his mother screaming somewhere near him. It was like a bad dream, as if this wasn’t really happening. He just sat there in shock until it hit him that there was a room full of people around him. Police and EMT’s.
Daryl was no longer within in view and a police officer was speaking to him. He couldn’t make out what he was saying and kept staring at where Daryl had been. “He just put it to his head and pulled the trigger. I tried to stop him, but I was too late.” The tears came in full force then and he cried like the little girl he really was.
“Did you know he wanted tinkill himself?”
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She startled awake again. Shivering. Crying. Why am I remembering this, now?
===The image used for this blog was edited by my daughter, Skyy, with images I found online through google. She gave me exactly what I asked for. Thank you, Skyy. ===