Where it All Went Wrong

As I stood there, gun in hand I nod to my friend Jon. We both knew what we had to do. I store the gun into my dress pocket and we enter the studio, arms linked. Maybe I should explain how I got here, but to be honest with you, I don't know what happened to me. We knew the bouncer wouldn't check some lovey dovey couple for weapons, so we just walked in. Everyone's eyes were on us, but they soon wandered to the next person to enter. The lights were blinding, the flashed from one color to the next. Everyone holding a red cup, and if not they were holding a blunt. We made our way to a corner and began discussing our plan. "Alright, Jon, where is he?" He looks at the entrance, then back at me. "Not here yet." I pace around in a circle then turn to him and ask him, "What are we even doing?" Jon looks at me. "You are going to shoot his date, I will be shooting him." He replies, pulling a chair out and sitting in it. We watch the entrance and wait. Soon he enters. Aiden, the man who is going to taste some lead. I nod at Jon and we split up. I can't get a good eye on his date so I try and get a bit closer. Then I see her, my sister. I look at Jon, and I think he understands. He goes up to my sister and escorts her away from Aiden. Aiden looks angrily at Jon, but Jon manages to get her away. That was my cue. I grab the gun from my waistband and pull the trigger. BANG! And then everyone went silent, but I did not remain still. I stuffed the gun into someone else's purse and sprint to his side. "Aiden!" All hell breaks loose, people start screaming, calling the police. Most of them grab the weed and alcohol and run for it. He looks at me, life spilling out of his eyes. He knew what he did. I push him away and get someone else to tend to him. I pull of my silk gloves off of my hands and toss them into a nearby ashtray, watching them catch aflame. Jon meets up in the back of the studio and I nod at him. He looks at me, and nods back. I look at him in horror. "Wait, did you-?" He shakes his head and points inside, "She's fine." I sigh in relief, and we continue walking. All of a sudden I can't see. I cry out for Jon and I hear him yell something at me. But I trip and fall. Then I lose my bearings and I decide it's better to not move. I feel my assailant stick me with a needle and I feel a wave of cold over myself. I can see again. I immediately back away from the figure. He comes out into the streetlight, and I can finally see them. My mother, holding a syringe. She drops it and scoops me into a hug. "My baby, you're ok!" I shiver and realise what I've done. I sob into her neck and hug her. I am suddenly aware that there is someone else here and I look to my left. Jon is on the ground, unconscious. I look at my mother and she explains that he had given me a manipulative drug, and had meant to kill me afterwards. I shiver and hold my knees to my chest. I feel something wrap around me, squeezing me. I look up and see the face of Regret for the first time. It's eyes, if you could even call them that were full of blame, and it's skin was darker than shadow itself. I cry out and my mother jumps. "Honey what's wrong?" She takes my shoulders and I watch Regret slink over to her side, and I watch as her worry intensifies. "Mom- what is that?!" I cry, backing away from her and pointing at it. She looks at it, and she freezes. It slowly unhinges it's jaw and swallows her whole. I scream, and get to my feet and run. I run and run until I'm out of breath. I feel it squeezing me, filling my heart with guilt and shame. And then I'm back. Next to Jon, gun in hand. He nods at me and slides inside the studio. I look at my gun and start to shake. This can't be real. I think about it, cock the gun and walk to the bouncer. I shoot him, and keep going. I shoot everyone. Even Jon. Only my sister remained. I feel Regret coming again, so I look at the gun, and toss it to her. She flinches away from it. "It has one bullet, Mya." I say, tears rolling down my cheeks. "Do it." She looks at it, then at me. Regret has arrived. He enters the studio and surveys the room of bodies. Mya looks at Regret and her eyes grow wide. She takes the gun and aims at it. Then her aim shifts to me. She fights with it and ends up lowering it. "Selene, please-" She pleads, "Don't let me do this!" I shake my head and walk to her side. I take her arm and put the gun to my neck. "Do it." It fires. And I'm back. Next to Jon, gun in hand. There is no escape. I walk into the studio but I turn and see my mother run around the corner. I turn and follow her. I watch her look into a window. Not realising I have my gun pointed at her. "Why am I stuck here?" She jumps and looks at me, then the gun. "What do you mean stuck?" She asks, warily watching the gun. I shoot her. I watch the people spill out of the studio and away from the building I resided next to. Regret came more swiftly this time. And I am back, next to Jon, gun in hand. I walk in with him once more and we go to our corner. I listen to him discuss the plan, and just nod. Aiden walks in and Jon goes to get up but I pull him back down. He looks at me quizzically before I shoot him and bolt. I slam open the studio door an run down a few blocks before stopping. Regret wasn't there. I looked around. Nowhere to be seen. I sigh in relief, finally free from it. Years later i have a family a home and soon I grow old. I tell my husband to have our dog come into the hospital. A doctor comes in and locks the door. They claim that someone with a weapon has entered the building and shot a man with a dog. And then I'm back, next to Jon, gun in hand.