Maybe You Should've Just Stayed Home Today

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Maybe You Should've Just Stayed Home Today by Steve Pulaski

You lie in bed, staring at the ceiling wide awake, contemplating, before ripping the covers off and leaping up on your feet. Today will be the day. The day where you will free yourself of your own pain and misery and rid the world of those who caused it. The day where you will blindside everyone who thought of you as nothing more than a passive sponge, absorbing all their hate and negativity. Little did they know that all that negativity energy was the direct fuel for your plan to make them regret what they had done to you. They’d go from hating you to hating themselves in a matter of seconds, or rather, the click of a trigger.

There’s no time to waste. It’s time to gather everything you planned for this operation. This would be a day people would remember like their own birthday. The trauma would echo nationwide. You load up your .40 caliber Glock with a thirty-round clip and your backup .50 caliber Desert Eagle in case your Glock jams. You pack a can of tear gas and pepper spray just in case, but it’s doubtful you’ll need them. You’ve practiced at shooting ranges; you’re quick at the trigger and you’re skilled enough to carry out something like this. You file your artillery in your duffel bag, buried underneath your gym clothes, hop in your Mustang, and peel off. On the short ride to school, the passing thought of your parents’ grief comes to mind, but both of them will probably be too busy working to feel much pain. They spent more time nursing their jobs and their paychecks more than you anyway.

Read the full short story on my personal blog, stevepulaski.blogspot.com/2015/06/maybe-you-shouldve-just-stayed-home.html