Lure_Me_Back

The night is frigid, the snow sneaks between the seams of his boots sending chills up his legs. The cars driving by crunch above last night’s frozen snow; the stars are twinkling as if they are innocent for tomorrow’s snow. The smoke flying above chimneys seems to fall before him and singe his nose, making him cough. He walks now by my house where she is. He can taste her amazing cookies that seem to lure him back every time. His mouth fills with spit as he almost returns but he keeps walking. He reaches the icy curve in the road where is life-long tree friend sat. It all seems so normal - like this is where he should be, home. He turns around, he runs, back home. His fingers are trembling as he fights to let himself indoors. His key ring drops from his hands and it falls to the ground in front of him. He hears the steps, he fears the most and it was right behind him. His body is freezing in fear, begging the one behind him isn’t the one he’s been running from for three years. He fights against his motionless body, managing to turn and face his fear. It is who he thought. “Guess who'” The man mutters. “Steve'” he mumbles deeply. “Wow, how’d you know'” Steve interrogates, “you were supposed to leave me and my family alone'” He growls. “Tom, Tom, Tom, when will you ever learn'” Steve questioned. “It’s not quite that easy. After what you did to me and my life- it just isn’t that simple to overcome.”Steve mutters. “I didn’t do anything to hurt you or change your life,” he replies innocently, “you were the one who did that to yourself.” “You sure'” Steve replies angrily. "You know what you did!" Tom says. "Go take a peek inside and tell your wife who has come to visit."Steve suggests. "What did you do'"Tom insists "Look fir yourself!"Steve continues. Tom looked over his shoulder quickly and back to Steve. He steps backward slightly feeling for when his heel reaches the front of the step. He reaches his foot up to the platform of the step and swings the door open violently. The door flies open and all that lures his eyes was the red in pools on the floor. He sees his wife lying on the floor, the smoke is thick around her. She looked as if she were just about to take the chocolate chip cookie out if the oven, but the cookies were now burning and the chunks if chocolate began to burst in flames one by one. Tom is praying that his son was where he should be at such a late hour, in bed and Steve hadn't found him, but as Tom rounds the corner he sees his sons two small feet, then his legs, then his face, so pale and innocent. Tom stops and whimpers a bit. Neither his wife nor son is breathing. Tom turns around to seek Steve and potentially kill him, but Steve is already in the doorway. Steve lifts his arm and points his shiny metal pistol at Tom. "You aren't walking away from me again Tom!"Steve cackles. "Kill me then, there is no reason for me to live, I know when to stop. Just pull the damn trigger! Tom yells taking a large lunge toward Steve. Steve's finger twitches letting the loud bang ring throughout the neighbourhood. Tom feels the bullet enter his body. Tom grows numb and he collapses to the floor. He is straining for each of his breaths. He is clenching his stomach tightly with his hand. With each breath Tom grows more and more silent and the signs of life were no longer shouter life. Tom knows that with his in hi last moment that this was what he now truly wanted, to die.