My room is dark.
The only thing giving off any light is the tip of my cigarette as I take drag after drag.
In the background, I have music playing.
This will be my last night. Acting tonight I won’t have to listen to their words anymore. I won’t have to be the target for their ridicule.
After tonight I won’t be anyone’s problem anymore.
I look at the gun in front of me on the table. It’s so dark that I can only barely make it out. But it’s there. I know it’s there.
A bullet. That’s the only thing I deserve.
I put the cigarette out as the music stops playing.
The record is over.
Soon everything will be over.
I grab the gun and put it in my mouth.
This won’t hurt.
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