Waking up to the irksome tune of the alarm clock every morning was the routine. But seeing her next to him on the bed with a gun pointed to his head was not.
“What the hell do you think you are doing? Don’t you have work to do in the kitchen? I don’t like getting late and you know that. So stop with the idiocy and go get me my breakfast ready, will ya?”
…he screamed at her…not realizing the severity of the situation.
“The gun is loaded, honey. So don’t move…that will just make it harder than it has to be, for both of us. And yeah, please don’t shout at me like this. You know I don’t like it a bit. Let’s me do the talking, while you do the listening this time…for a change. Ok?”
…she said, in the most tenderly way possible…all the while keeping the gun intact between her hands with her right index finger on the trigger…ready to pull it when it was time.
“Oh quit it. Do you know how ridiculous this looks? What…”
“What part of “don’t shout at me” did you not understand? Stop yelling and listen…sure I did not have it in me to stand up against you when you started treating me like s@#t, when you cheated on me, or when you started abusing me physically and mentally. But that was then. I…I’m sorry…we have a daughter now and I can’t let her grow up amid all this nonsense of yours…”
“So what? You are planning to kill me? That is just so foolish. Have you thought of all the consequences? Put the gun down and let’s talk this out. Maybe we can work out a divorce, what do you say?”
“That is an idea, sure. But I’m gonna have to say NO. Because that way, I won’t get my closure. First of all, I know what will happen if I put this gun down now. Moreover, I don’t want to let you be to see someone else get hurt in the future. So this is the only way out, as I see it. As for the consequences, you don’t need to worry so much about all that. After all, I’m doing this to defend myself in a way, am I not? The burns and the bruises all over my body will be of some use, thanks to you…I’m sure any court in the world would understand my stand when they see it all.”
“Please. Don’t do this. Let’s get rational h…”
Without any warning…without letting him utter his final words…she pulled the trigger. And it was all over, in a flash.
She sat there looking at the body drenched in red…as if she was waiting for a signal, waiting for someone to tell her it was all over and things are going to different from this point forward. She smiled, while her eyes got misty.
Weeping every morning for one reason or another was the routine. But happy tears rolling down her face was not.
…the director yelled.
“Good job, folks”
She wiped the fake tears off her face. And smiled, merrily…because today she has completed shooting for her first ever movie.
Because this was her dream come true moment !