My first WRITING COLLAB! - Splattered

 SO. I asked Jasmine for some help on this little short story I was writing, and I had about a paragraph. And suddenly, she just comes up with this amazing, knockout ending. Whoah. I could not have written a better ending myself. Jasmine wrote everything after "take it into action...".

I sat, voluntarily paralysed, in a small chair, in a corner. I dared to speak.
   "...Calm down, come on," I pleaded. I tensed, immediately regretful, bracing myself for a hit -
But the man didn't do much, simply applying more pressure to the pistol he held to my head. Bruises from previous hits ached. I allowed myself to let out a soft sigh, relieved. I didn't know this man, nor the reason behind his violence. I looked around the the apartment, looking, searching for a way out. Nothing. It doesn't matter, anyway, I thought to myself. Had I found a way out, I would have been dead only a few moments after deciding to take it into action.....

I felt confused and terrified for my fate. Why me? Was I just a candidate along with everyone else and I was the lucky one he picked? I don’t understa- I refuse to understand this. I refuse to believe this was happening, and yet. Here I was, stuck and petrified in this small chair with no escape, with my life hanging by a thread as it flashed through my eyes.

1 second. I could be dead.
10 seconds. I could make an escape.
1 minute. I could talk him out of killing me.

I’m not hoping for the best. I can’t believe I was the one stuck to this chair with this strange man holding the cold steel against my head. My bruises were pulsating as it started to turn the slightest bit purple.

ba dum – ba dum – ba dum
It’s all I could hear. My heartbeat thumping against my eardrums. It’s all I care about, keeping the pulse and staying alive. I can’t hear anything else, it’s just the heartbeat, over and over again.
Suddenly, the world turns black. Blood splattered across the once white and pristine wall, and my body slumped over the chair. Last thing I remember is the man’s heavy footsteps walking away and slamming the door.

Scarlet red blood is splattered.

Red. White. Simplicity.