A little red rose bush story

I draw out a gun

where did I get the gun?

i can’t remember emotion blinds me

how did i get here at their front steps?

i knock on the door before i can even realize i am. when they open the door, shock crosses their faces. Words come out of my mouth as if someone else was speaking

On their knees 5 people in total now all kneeling before me

i yell at Him for messing me up- i show him the gash on my wrist i forced myself to create

he doesn’t look surprised, do you think he hoped i succeeded?

he looks scared though, and i laugh a lot- this is so funny

I bet you can you guess what i did next

i drew the gun and rather aiming at his head i let two black seeds plant a rose bush on each of his legs

i like the way he feels the pain- the way i felt the pain- another seed into his arm and his other and every place that won’t kill him but let him writhe in pain

for good measure i let one last rose bush plant itself right between his legs

i call 911 after. I am merciful, to the person who deserves the mercy

i report a suicide, one bullet to the head. i said nothing else and hung up the phone

i’m pretty sure you can guess what happened next.