As you look around everything takes on a red tinge. It is like you are looking at everything through tinted glasses. They don't make you think everything is fine, instead they infuriate you even more. Everything you see reminds you that you can't calm down. Inside you is the feeling that you are on fire, then you realize it isn't that you are hot it is that your blood is "boiling" rolling through your veins, your heart is pumping so fast and so hard you feel that it can't even be your heart, it must be that of the person next to you. Deciding that you can't hurt anyone is the hardest thing to decide, the feeling that you just want to wrap your hands around the neck of the next person you see watch their face turn red, then purple then blue, their eyes start the size of an eyeball gradually getting bigger until they seem to engulf the whole head. Instead you just stand there, with the images running through your head, watching the gun just appear in your hand, raising it up so that it is in a straight line with their head, letting your breath out slowly while squeezing the trigger at the same time. The sound of the explosion filling your ears, causing them to ring. The smell of the gun powder fills your nostrils causing a grin to come across your face. The person that you were angry at is now looking at you with puzzlement right before their head seems to implode on itself. their face goes blank the eyes that you were just mentally watch get bigger now seem to roll back into the back of their head. which now is gone, the entire rear hemisphere of their head is gone, the red from their blood paints the wall. the gray matter of their mind speckles the red like it is some sort of abstract picasso art. now you aren't grinning instead you have lost the red glasses that you were wearing, the anger has subsided, you heart has settled. in the distance you hear a siren, open your eyes only to still see red, a warm red, the warmth resting on your skin. you see that the person you were mad at is slumped on the floor in front of you, at least you assume it is who you were mad at, you can't tell since their face has been smashed into the back of their head which has been removed, the sirens you hear are coming for you, instead of face what the courts will measure out for you, you press the gun to your chin, burned by the barrel that is still smoking the smell of the searing flesh over taking the smell in your nose, in an instant you let out your breath slowly and squeeze the trigger, all is silent now. there is no siren wailing, there was no explosion, no smell of gunpowder filling your nose instead all is silent, no redness to see, no warmth to feel all is silent.
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