A Short Story.
I picked up a gun today. Walked right into the Outdoors store, picked my flavor. It hung among many other choices but that was mine. Sleek, silver with some black on the handle. It almost looked to good by itself. Filled out some regular paperwork, you know, give myself a background check just to make sure that I am no hardened criminal, and clearly not psychotic.
Registration complete. Payment made. I held the untouched weapon under my arm in the case. As I walked through the store, I saw many people, elderly couples looking at tennis accessories, some teenagers throwing some footballs around. It looks like a store worker is on their way to calm them down or maybe kick them out. As I exit through the doors, they so kindly open for me. I see a woman walk by me, yoga pants, athletic top. She doesn't notice me and what I have just under my arm. If I could really tell you what it was like that day I would, the weather was crisp, the traffic noises filled the air with some birds that fly by, but I'm not focused on what the day looks like. I open the door to my car and sit down. The case falls right into the seat, it becomes my passenger. I drive, exchanging occasional glances back and forth with my new partner.
The tires to my car roll gently next to the curb of a sidewalk. I see the house. It is all very familiar, green grass, a nice little gate to the front porch, some bushes line the front windows. My gaze to the house is broken as I look down on the passenger seat. The case just sits there. It does nothing. Only until I place my right hand on the handle to pick it up, then, it moves with me. I exit the car. With my head down I walk toward the house. I open the door, walk through the living room back into the bedroom. That is when, I see him. Standing there. Staring. I'm the first to speak. "... I can't believe you. I don't know what the hell is going on... I've tried and tried but you just keep... look at yourself, disgusting, worthless... worthless... I can't even look at you."
It is awfully quiet.
"You're nothing... nothing... nobody wants you ... what are you doing? You're just the problem..." The new partner is raised, given complete power in this situation. It is at this point where I tremble. The gun is pointed at me. "Nobody likes you." I say. The barrel presses firmly against my temple, what is this pain? This cold metal against my head? Something happens next, I begin crying. My arm shakes. "Just go... just go ... do it... do it..." My teeth grit together. The choice seems so har... POP! FLASH!
A somber silence.
The man in the mirror, lowers the gun from his head. Tears swell in his eyes and he looks down at himself. "What have you done? You are loved. You are not alone. You are valuable. You are worth so much. I can't control you, or persuade you... I'm just a reflection. I wish I could tell you who you really are. You have so much to live for, your wife... your daughter... I wish I could tell you but I'm just a reflection of what you tell me and I cried because it wasn't true. I wish I could tell you that you are the most value to me. But I'm just a reflection. Just a reflection."