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1 • Pulling The Trigger •

"Finally." You pant, grabbing your glass water bottle, you gulp several litres, wiping the sweat from your brow. You collapse on the floor, just so happy with the house, how you set up all the small little details just so perfectly. The flowers in the tall slender vase were placed directly in the middle of the oak table, the roses and orchids perfectly complement the subtle pastel colour of the room. The tv, perfectly crafted, small yet powerful. The couch was real leather, you bought it from a junkie real cheap, his lack of education gave him no concept of what was valuable and what was not, all he wanted was money in his hands. You inhale and pull yourself up from the polished floorboards, consuming the smell of the outside, carrying hints of cherries and Spring. You trek to the kitchen, walking towards the silver fridge. Several phone numbers were pinned against it with novelty magnets you had received from many trips to Japan and Sweden. You clutch the handle and pull , revealing the contents of the fridge, you grab the cola and take a swig, wiping your lips with your sleeve.
" What the hell should I do you now?" You thought, then a imaginary lightbulb hovered over your head, and you glanced towards the fridge. • 456 Barley Ave. London shooting range • You pump your fists " I needed to brush up on my skills anyway." and with that you crushed the empty cola can with your palms, disposing of the useless aluminium in the bin. You sprint upstairs, carrying your bare feet faster than a chipmunk who had just drunk coffee. You grab the silver handle to your room and swing it open, treading lightly into the room. You look around and see your hoodie resting over your chair. You lift your jacket over your head and chuck it in the laundry basket , holding your nose as to not inhale the horrid smell of dirty underwear. You pull the hoodie over your head, while walking towards your cupboard. You smile as you grab the beautiful gun, the long silver barrel, shining from the dim outside light. You place it upon your desk and swiftly pull all your shooting gear from the several draws and cupboards, then shove it all into the bottom of the bag. You snatch your keys from the drawer and walk downstairs, making sure to turn off the lights. You walk out ,closing the door behind you.

The sunlight touched all of the trees, creating shadows , they looked as if they were slowly swaying to and fro, dancing with the wind. I walk towards my small red car and put the keys in ignition, it starts straight away. I drive past 3 hooded boys, all arguing over a broken mirror. One angrily slaps one in the head, he shudders and pulls a silver flask from his pocket, taking long gulps from the small container. Then I notice he had no eyes. You blink, and gaze for a moment , then quickly turn your head towards the road, keeping in between the lines. "Maybe I should say hi." You mumble. But you shake your head and pat the gun beside you. " I got more important things to do." You say grinning.You then look down at your hoodie and blush, but you facepalm yourself, washing the thought out of your head. " No." You sternly say, then turn around the tight corner, heading towards the shooting range.

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You turn off the car and grab your F/C backpack from the passenger seat, unbuckling your seat belt. You hop out, swinging the slightly heavy bag over your shoulder , while carrying your gun in your hands, clutching the wooden handle. You walk in, inhaling the sharp smell of all the guns. You walk over to a clear space and lean down, rummaging through your bag. You wrap your fingers around the dark blue earmuffs , perching them over your pale ears. You position your hand on the gun, your index finger twitching to shoot.
You steady your hands , facing the small target, approximately 30 metres away. It was a picture of a deer, with several bullet holes on the edges, seeming as if no one could get a proper shot.... Or everyone was just shit. You slightly close your left eye, biting your bottom lip. You inhale and briskly breath out, aiming at the deers eye. You pull the trigger, the power slightly pushing your arms back, but you hold it tighter, flinching less. You see the slight trail of smoke appearing from the barrel, climbing towards the sky. " Yes!" You whisper under your breath, perfect shot.

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