Round and round the wheel it spins, your eyes lock onto the revolving array of black and red: waiting…patient. Your mind begins to racing as you are enticed to stare; you cannot look away. An array of lethal caliber spinning, deciding your fate. “Patience…”, A voice all too familiar reassures you, “that is all it takes. Be patient.” His words hold you down, as your eyes stay locked on the wheel but you want to leave. “Patience…the strong flee from their troubles. You won’t fail me, will you now?” His voice is like a straightjacket holding you fast. Seconds feel eternal as the wheel begins to slow; which one has it? Which one is it!? Your fear grows and grows as his voice rings in your ears, “Patience, don’t be like the others, everyone has their eyes on you.” You can’t part your eyes from the blur of colours but you feel heavy; the weight of your peers’ view on you, holding you down like a chain. You want to leave, you want to be set free; you have the chance, just take it. His voice echoes once more, “Round and round the wheel spins, your fate determined by luck herself.” Eyes shaking, you watch as the wheel stops with an eerie creak. The handle of the Beretta points to you; you take hold, the cold iron soothes you. You point it up to your head but you freeze, your eyes are freed from the enticing hold of the wheel and you look around; eyes upon eyes stare you down, with a disgust and hatred all too familiar. “What are you waiting for!? Take the shot, you coward!” His voice reaps with anger, you pull the trigger; your body runs cold. It then becomes clear, there’s no one, no one to break you down and no one to save you.
