****** It just got Real... Thanksgiving Treat..*******
Intensity and anger arose in my soul and I could barely keep my cool. My structure displayed a disembodied spirit as I paraded sluggishly to my vehicle, almost breathless from my altercation. I honed in on the outcry and screams of what sounded like a crowd in the distance. As I abruptly turned around to address the beckoning of my name, I came face to face with my own personal grim reaper. It was a silhouette and face that was oh so familiar to me, but yet still unknown.
My intoxicated eyes narrowed in on the barrel of the hardware that was no more than ten feet away from me and closing in. My lungs wouldn’t release a breath. My brain wouldn’t calculate a thought. My limbs were paralyzed to all movement, and I couldn’t believe that this was really happening. I was about to be the next live case on Wood TV8 news. The gunman that stood before me said nothing. The absent stare that we shared was unmeasurable. Being the atrocious bitch that I am, I welcomed the threat from my timid but brave antagonist behind the grip.
“Oh bitch you gone shoot me?” I spat.
“You better kill me, cause if you don’t, I’ma body your ass for even pulling out on me.” I threatened aloud to my attacker.
No words were reciprocated. A dead silence hit my ears just as a deep sound followed the muzzle flash from the firearm. All I could remember seeing was the fiery combustion escape the barrel.