I got up and grabbed quarters and stuffed it into my Jacket-Pocket; I used my leg and bashed the glass door into pieces, out there now was a crowd, an angry one. The mother was there, the kid was there, my different personalities were there.
I backed up and looked around, the man was now dead, he was laying still with his eyes red and mouth opened. I looked around for something, and I looked forward. Police were already coming up, it was multiple, including Dalton and Matthews. I looked back behind the counter and found a 9mm near the first slot. I reached for it and pointed the barrel at everyone.
"Don't move!" I yelled out. "I'll pull the trigger I swear to god, I'm not joking!" They all stood still, except for Dalton.
He walked forward, his hands in the air.
"Don't do anything rational, Mr. Mercer. I don't know what's going on but you need to put down the gun, just cooperate with us for a second."
"Stop talking! I'm not saying a damn word with the police, they all can go to hell if I care!"
I still aimed but reached for the Indian man's body. There's a chance he might have it! Another voice, I guess that one was theft. If there is, you should kill one of them, let's make things fun!! I assumed that was murder. You need to hide, Isolate yourself and don't let them find you! That one was mental pain. It's a good thing you're expressing your anger, the pistol makes a good touch! And I guess that was rage. All four, I had four, I have them because of my problem. I listened to the theft and found an ounce of cocaine, the theft was correct.
I stuffed it into my pocket, and that's when I came charging out from the back. The police now undrew their guns and began running. I opened the door and kept running forward, into bushes. I went into my jacket pocket and threw most of the quarters away, and I took out the cocaine and snorted it. I could already feel my world changing, but it wasn't paradise.
Every step the atmosphere turned red, behind me
were demons chasing me, I was in hell. I was scared for
my life, I got to a ledge and started tumbling down, I was going in rolls and leaves were hitting me. The sky was fully red and it began raining blood. The ground was just a pool of it; the trees, the grass, the buildings, it was all gone. It was only a flat land, just with blood as the floor.
I got onto my feet and looked behind, they were coming in. I continued running and saw a shack ahead, I ran to it and barricaded the door with trash on the ground. It was empty, the door of the shack was definitely sturdy enough to keep them out.
The shack began being beaten on, they were here. I still had the pistol, and it was loaded.
"Mr. Mercer! Come out, just do that for us!" His voice sounded the same, Dalton's voice was the same.
"I don't wanna die! I don't want to be locked up!" I cried.
"We're here to help you! YOU need help Mr. Mercer, don't you get it?" Bangs were coming outside, hearing things trying to beat through.
I looked around me and saw all four, they all looked the same, but different. Theft was in my Leather Suit, holding a suitcase. Murder was in a normal shirt with blood stains on him. Pain was completely naked with cuts and wounds all around his pale body. And finally, Rage was in a torn shirt and pants that looked like it lived through the war.
"You have every chance to go outside and shoot, you have a chance." Murder said.
"Just stay inside, they won't get you, just stay here for eternity." Pain said.
"There's some things you can steal out of here, and then do what Murder said." Theft said.
Rage said nothing.
"Why are you doing this!" I yelled. "Why do you have to get in my head and cause this, I just want to live a normal life!"
"We're doing you a favor, stop being pissy for once and listen to us" Theft said.
"How? Do you see the outside? My life is on the line here, the last thing I wanted to do was be behind bars!"
"Then kill them, it isn't that difficult. After that, flee your apartment and then go to the–" Murder got cut off, this time Rage spoke up.
"You caused this, you did this for yourself. Everything was your fault because of your low amount of money."
I looked down at the pistol and slid down on the ground, hearing things outside becoming more violent.
"You don't deserve to go behind bars, but there's a way to live a better life." Rage said.
"I don't see another choice, I agree with Rage." Murger said
"That'll make complete Isolation in paradise, I agree." Pain said.
"Mr. Mercer, I'm sorry but I also agree." Finally said Theft.
"Do what?" I said in an almost whisper.
"Use that pistol and kill yourself, there's no other choice." Rage said.
In that moment now, all of them dislocated and were now spreading around like mist. It was like earlier now, the voices became louder and louder, encouraging me to put a bullet in my head. I kept staring at the pistol while gripping my head tightly.
"MR. MERCER!" Dalton yelled.
Now I had to do it, I screamed from the top of my lungs while banging the boards. Now I finally grabbed the pistol and leveled it up to my ear.
"Mr. Mercer! If you don't come out then we have to use force!"
Now Dalton's voice was cut out, and the door was now budding while being beaten on.
I looked up at the roof, thinking of how my life is now ruined now. I'm now a convicted murderer, and a thief. I thought of the final good moment, and then:
POW!