“Drop the gun; I’m here for you.”

My heart beat is a drum in my chest that seems to vibrate in my blood stream in my ears. I blink a few times, my steps uneven, but I keep the gun up.

I can’t see. I. Can’t. See.

The only thing keeping me anchored from losing my sanity is the gun pointed toward whoever—whatever this person is, something at the edge of my mind urges me to delve into the familiari...

Everyone in this world is born with an other half that supposedly completes them. Supports one another through everything they choose, no matter how negative or positive the outcome may be. Always there for you. A Best Friend.

Well, I personally believe that the whole thing is downright stupid. Why do I have to find someone to lean on, and in return be miserable with me?

No. I’ve learned just ho...