Splatter / a collaboration with Ryan

So, Ryan asked me to help him write an ending to his story. This is what I came up with. By the way, the part I wrote starts at "I felt confused and terrified for my fate"...

First writing collab. :D 

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I sat, voluntarily paralysed, in a small chair, in a corner. I dared to speak.

  "...Calm down, come on," I pleaded. I tensed, immediately regretful, bracing myself for a hit 

But the man didn't do much, simply applying more pressure to the pistol he held to my head. Bruises from previous hits ached with the pressure. I allowed myself to let out a soft sigh, relieved. I didn't know this man, nor the reason behind his violence. I looked around the the apartment, looking, searching for a way out. Nothing. It doesn't matter, anyway, I thought to myself. Had I found a way out, I would have been dead only a few moments after deciding to take it into action. I felt confused and terrified for my fate. Why me? Was I just a candidate along with everyone else and I was the lucky one he picked? I don’t understa- I refuse to understand this. I refuse to believe this was happening, and yet. Here I was, stuck and petrified in this small chair with no escape, with my life hanging by a thread as it flashed through my eyes.

1 second. I could be dead.
10 seconds. I could make an escape.
1 minute. I could talk him out of killing me.

I know time is not on my side. It's ticking fast and every grain of sand counts. I’m not hoping for the best. I can’t believe I was the one stuck to this chair with this strange man holding the cold steel against my head.  My bruises were pulsating as it started to turn the slightest bit purple. 

ba dum – ba dum – ba dum

It’s all I could hear. My heartbeat thumping against my eardrums. It’s all I care about, keeping the pulse and staying alive. I can’t hear anything else, it’s just the heartbeat, over and over again. 

He glares at me and all I see is coldness. Eyes as cold as stone as pulls the trigger. Click. Suddenly, the world turns black. Blood splattered across the once white and pristine wall, and my body slumped over the chair. Last thing I remember is the man’s heavy footsteps walking away and slamming the door. 

Scarlet red blood is splattered.

Red. White. Simplicity.