Angry gun girl [UHCM]

Amy finished her hot chocolate and sat there for a few moments, sadness on her face as she thought about everything that had happened to her. She stood up, putting the gun over her a shoulder as she nodded at the man.

"Thanks, I'll keep it in mind."

She then smiled sadly at each of the children before heading after hanako, her lower lip trembling slightly. Stopping before the door, her hand stopped her hand as it moved towards the door, spinning to lean against the wall. Slowly sliding down the wall until she was sitting against the wall with her legs pulled against her chest, tears flowing from her eyes. The weak control of her emotions she had had was now totally shattered, the fear and sadness spilling out, degenerating her in to a crying mess of depression.She had been thrust in a world totally alien to her, and she had no one to guide her around. She had had no one to trust, no one to help her, and her fragile heart was now cracking under the pressure. She had no idea what to do, what was right, or who to turn to. She had only made the weapons to help others from the monster, but now she couldn't tell why it mattered to her anymore.

Shakily, her hand went under her vest, bringer out the pistol, looking with intense sadness at the revolving barrel, taking it in for a minute. Her hand slowly rose up towards her head, the barrel pointed at her skull. These emotions of hers, usually kept tightly under control, were now spilling out, the agony too much for her to take. To her, she had already lost everything else, the only question she must ask was whether that was enough.