“It’s better this way,” Jerald says as he places a hand over her eyes.
“Better for who?” She asks, her voice void of emotion. He stares at her lips and feels his own tremble. For the first time in a vast amount of time he feels uneasy in his decision.
“You know it is not my right to disrespect what must be,” he says as he places the barrel of his revolver against her forehead.
“Can you at least do me the dignity of telling me what must be, because I have no idea.”
He removes his hand and stares into her tear filled eyes. “Don’t play the innocent one now. YOU KNOW WHY WE’RE BOTH HERE!” He yells as he digs the barrel into her forehead.
“You’re stuck in a deluded mindset Jerald, one that has not only consumed your once brilliant mind but has also allowed you to see things that have no rhyme or reason for belonging. Come and sit, share with me these delusions and I will help you see the light of the truth.”
The bullets rip through her skull as if it were a balloon, showering Jerald with a sea of red. He runs a forearm across his face, using his shirts sleeve to wipe the blood from his eyes like a cloth.
“The truth is all I see woman. Every morning when I wake I see it. Every night before I close my eyes I see it. I see through the lies we have been told.”
“A lie is only as good as the truth it covers, what lie do you wish was true?” A disembodied voice asks softly.
Jerald’s bottom lip quivers once more as tears run down his face. “Every morning when I wake I see it,” he says as he places the guns barrel to his temple. “Every night before I close my eyes I see it,” he says as he pulls the trigger.