• Confusion waved into my system, as none of my muscles could move; numbness was in its place. A gun's barrel directed at my neck, motivating me to freeze everything functioning. The gun's owner looked desperate, black clothing covering everything except his eyes, eyes that can pierce anyone's with a simple stare, as he too, shook in shock of the view of the situation.

    The fact that this person is my best friend astonished me more than anything, the rage of betrayal trying to take over my very consciousness.

    "A-Alan..." I found myself choking out his name, his eyes wincing in response of my whisper. He slightly adjusted his gun, pushing it even closer and tapping my neck --the coldness of the barrel making me shiver at the outcome-- before I noticed a single tear dropping from the source.

    My eyes peered up at Alan's eyes; I noticed he was crying. His arm proceed to lower, the gun leaving the interaction with my neck, and fell to the ground, making a soft thud against the carpet. His hand then reached out to my left hand, the hand that bore the ring of marriage to my first love, as he stroked it with a sense of disgust.

    "Why..." He started out, his voice shaking in dismay as his body followed suit, shivering in each passing second. His hand then left the touch of my ring, before his next actions were made in quick haste.

    The gun, previously on the floor, is now in his hands, the barrel targeting not me, but the opposite:

    himself.

    Panic rushed into my system as I tried to force it out of his hold, my hand reaching out to his, outputting as much strength as I can.

    Or at least, that's what I hope.

    There was only a loud bam, its sound piercing his flesh.