The voices in my head had been there for years but in the the last 3 months they had intensified. My phone, my computer, my dreams all in habited by the voices. The pills they seemed to make it worse, even the hypnotist they had recommended had little effect.

Walking to to the barn was a doddle, the voices had told me the security net would be less than a 100 meters.

At the barn no trouble, shimmy up the side. Oh people have seen me, ignore them the voice had told me they would be ignored by the cops as crazy people. Had I been here before and planned the route. Oh I can’t focus but the climb was easy

On top of the barn, theres my AR15, did I walk it from my van or was it there when i reached the top of the roof. Shit…so much is hazy.

Its on safe, all those weeks of practice down at the range at 150 metres. I told Dad I was interested in target shooting. He was soo pleased, I finally had an interest outside of my room. He hates Trump.! My scores had improved every time time, the voices told me I was good, they told me I had a job after this protecting America, they told me all I had to do was hit the “bullseye”. Funny how Biden triggered me with his speech on TV, I heard the magic word and I knew I had to save the country from tryanny.

Shit the roof is scorching hot as I slither to the ridgeline. The perfect spot as the voices told me. There is the counter sniper squad, all two of them. I’m safe the voices told me they would fire high and over me once I done the job. Yes they’re pretending not to have seen me. Remember 2 batches of 5 shots, then roll to my left off the roof and into the back tray of the ute full of hay bales. Then my career as a secret agent awaits me, finally I will have a secret role that no one at school knows about, keeping us safe.

Its all as I it should be, the voices in my head are so right, no other counter snipers but my 2 friends who will shoot back high, the barrier line is at 120 m, the target has no other protection, all the agents are milling around looking lost.


Off comes the safety, I line up. Height is about the same as the target, his head is level in my sights. They voices told me not to worry about the people behind as the rounds are so light no one will be injured.

Fuck, look that that huge American Flag its whipped out straight. At school they told me airport wind socks measure wind speed, out straight is 30 mph. But this flag is huge, it must be more to move that weight horizontally. No time to figure it out, I’ll have to guess. Im sure at sniper school they will teach me how to handle this but at 150m I feel very confident…. I cant miss.

At the range we had no wind. ! I aim left, the targets head is right on the right side of the reticle. Hell the steel roof is hot and uncomfortable, I rest the barrel on the ridgeline, my glasses are slipping, they are a bit fogged with sweat but I pull the trigger, it was not the gentle squeeze I had practiced, the gun kicks a bit high and left and i pull it right as those 5 shots bark out. I’ll have time for the second five shots if need be.

I’ve missed…… Fu