Russian Roulette

Four boys, three girls, a circular table, and a gun.

Four boys, three girls, a circular table.

Russian Roulette. One winner.

I go first. No, I don’t.

To my left, River, takes the gun.

I am not sure, he says. Shoot. Empty.

To his left, Blondie, takes the gun.

I have nothing against you, she says. Shoot. Empty.

To her left, Usedtobe, takes the gun.

I, Usedtobe, your best friend, he says. Shoot. Empty.

To his left, Velvet, takes the gun.

You are my best friend, she says. Doesn’t shoot. Doesn’t need to.

To her left, Foe, takes the gun.

I’ve always loved you, he says. Shoot. Empty.

I preferred it wasn’t.

To his left, Wish, takes the gun.

Lavender, he says. Who are you, he says. He is a ghost.

Back to me.

I shoot. I don’t.

Your hair looks terrible today, River says. Shoot. Empty.

I am just trying to be your friend, Blondie says. Shoot. Empty.

I, Usedtobe, there for you, he says. Shoot. Empty.

Shoot me already, I think.

I will always be there for you, Velvet says. Doesn’t shoot. Doesn’t need to.

Why do I always make a mess of things, Foe says. Shoot. One down.

Wish is gone. I can’t even feel his presence anymore. One down.

Back to me.

I shoot. I don’t. Why won’t you let me?

I hope I’ll lose. I don’t want to know who wins.

On second thought, I think your hair looks nice, River says. Shoot. Empty.

I am not trying to make you upset, Blondie says. Shoot. Empty.

She will probably be the last one standing. She doesn’t belong in this table.

I am so tired of you, Usedtobe says. Shoot. Empty.

I will never be tired of you, Velvet says. Shoot. Empty.

Back to me.

I don’t even try.

Silence. Shoot. Empty.

From now on, I’ll make no comments, Blondie says. Shoot. One down.

This is all your fault, Usedtobe says. Blood, so much blood. One down.

I’ll be there ‘til the end, Velvet says. Doesn’t shoot.

Back to me.

I know how this will end.

You won’t, I scream. Shoot. One down.

River takes the gun. Silence. Shoot. Empty.

Back to me.

Silence. Shoot. Empty.

Silence. Shoot. Empty.

Back to me.

Silence. Shoot. Empty.

Silence. Shoot. Empty.

Back to me.

Silence.

Silence.

Silence.

 

The End

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