Chapter 1: Waking

My head!

It hurts like it was being cracked open!

I had to support myself with my hand . The wooden chair caused the creaking sound as i moved on my seat.

My breath was so ragged that if someone heard it they would have thought i had ran a marathon. Wait...marathon?

Ah....I pushed the useless thought behind my head. Right now i needed to do.....what did i need to do?

Yeah... where did i keep my gun...

The drawer!

I put my hands on my drawer and pulled it. It's locked? I need the keys. But where is it. As i put my hands on my breast pocket i found a stack of keys.

Shifting on my chair , i put a random key on the lock. It doesn't enter.

I felt that my hands kept shaking as if i had high fever. Still i continued to keep trying the keys.

After who knows how long, the lock opened. Inside i found the revolver.

The metallic coldness of it sipped through my hands as i touched it. I opened the cylinder barrel- only three bullet remained. But it was enough.

Putting the revolver in my table i kept searching for painkillers, which i soon found.

My pain in my head hadn't stopped even once after i woke up.

Pushing the chair i reached the door and slammed it- harder than intended.

Despite my blurry vision i found the dinning table, pulling one chair i sat at it. Taking a glass of water , i put the pill in my mouth and swallowed it.

As i did that, i closed my eyes and decided to wait for some time.

I will deal with the other things later....