Her hands were shaking. Her heart was racing. Enough! She had enough! He would no longer hurt her! She could feel the cold metal in her hand slowly adjust to her body’s temperature. She had her back in the corner of their bathroom, the door locked and outside of it footsteps approaching.
That part of her life was over. He could no longer hurt her. She was able to get away. Or was it? How come she still feels that he was still there in the shadows, lurking around? That he was waiting for the right moment to attack her again, to make her life miserable and to take away all the respect she feels for herself.
That incident in the bathroom when he was approaching her was always on her mind. She had to do it. There was no other way for him to stop. She could no longer endure the pain. It had been going on since they got married. She thought she found her knight, instead she found her nightmare. She had to fire that gun, the only thing that separated her from him. Enough was enough!