Dirty, ugly faces surrounded her, leering. Rough, stern voices called her names and mocked her. The faces were laughing,split with evil grins,Taunting her. She had spent her whole life trying not to be part of his world,hating its helplessness-what she hated even more than those faces,lacking any true backbone. Where ever she was bored in school,flying to florida, or even fucking her love,his sickening face would haunt her to the lose she would soon incur. But still she walked down the terrible hall of mirrors,old and fetid bodies lay left and right gunned down by some force it made her laugh,she wanted to see that old man join those corpses.One by one,the faces changed,their features flowing and coalescing until each face had a single set of features. A broad, dirty face with mirror eyes that belonged to a aging male,scum,dying old fool,She would never forget that face.The leering visage splinted like a glass mask, the shards falling away to reveal another face underneath deceptive in its ordinariness. white thinning hair cut leftward, a set of thick glasses rested on his nose. Square jaw. Straight nose. Hazel eyes. She knew that face,too. She knew it as well as her own,Knew all the wrinkles and blemishes. Placid, dog-shaped,trusting and innocent, it was a traitor's face, mocking her and her helplessness.
She hated it.
Blam!
The Beretta 92 in her right hand roared, blasting 9mm rounds into a jeering visage.
Blam!Blam!
No more hazel eyes.
Blam!Blam!Blam!
No more pearly toothed smile.
Faces splintered under her bullets,the traitor sent to oblivion. Atonement for her shame.
A sigh escaped her bitten lips as the casings clinked to the hard concrete floor no more traitor. No more shame. If only she could pick up his Beretta and avenge herself,then she and her love would be able to touch again. If only it were so easy to expunge him and the memories in the real world as it was to imagine his face in her weary dreams... but it was only a dream...