With the barrel of a loaded gun between my teeth and the taste of steel on my tongue, I looked up at the ceiling of my room with uncertainty. Maybe I hoped a miracle would shoot down, maybe it stood as my last effort in trying to convince myself that this wasn't the answer. Nothing came. Nothing tried to stop me. A debilitating reassurance that the cruelty I'd grown accustomed to, knew no mercy. My finger rest on the trigger. Only a click away. I applied the needed pressure to send me away from this hellish nightmare that the Universe gave to me and called a life. I didn't even hear the gunshot before I landed face down on the carpet. Everything went black and a loud silence replaced the ambient noise that occupied my room. I woke up and
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When someone deliberately kills themselves, I show up to hold them in limbo for a little while. During this period of limbo, you will be shown how your world was affected by your decision. At the end, I will ask you if your choice would remain the same," he explained, "By the way, my name is Quinn." The information swirled in my head like a rampant tornado. A sound suddenly cut through all confusion, and rang mercilessly through my brain. I turned to see the door to my room opening with its familiar creak. My heart dropped as the door revealed the intruder. "Hey, Bud, I was wondering if y-," it was my dad. As he bared witness to the monstrosity before him, he stopped, standing there mouth agape. Tears swelled in his eyes. He dropped to his knees in disbelief, unleashing a scream that made my blood curdle. My dad dialed 9-1-1 on his cell phone; his hand trembling and his voice barely coherent as he tried explaining the situation he kneeled in. My dad, a man who always remained so collected and level headed, was a hysterical mess on the floor by my lifeless corpse. "Not a pretty sight, is it," inquired Quinn with a sense of sympathy and insight. He floated over to the smoky gray curtains that draped in front of my window and peeked out. "Police should be here any minute now, we should get
When someone deliberately kills themselves, I show up to hold them in limbo for a little while. During this period of limbo, you will be shown how your world was affected by your decision. At the end, I will ask you if your choice would remain the same," he explained, "By the way, my name is Quinn." The information swirled in my head like a rampant tornado. A sound suddenly cut through all confusion, and rang mercilessly through my brain. I turned to see the door to my room opening with its familiar creak. My heart dropped as the door revealed the intruder. "Hey, Bud, I was wondering if y-," it was my dad. As he bared witness to the monstrosity before him, he stopped, standing there mouth agape. Tears swelled in his eyes. He dropped to his knees in disbelief, unleashing a scream that made my blood curdle. My dad dialed 9-1-1 on his cell phone; his hand trembling and his voice barely coherent as he tried explaining the situation he kneeled in. My dad, a man who always remained so collected and level headed, was a hysterical mess on the floor by my lifeless corpse. "Not a pretty sight, is it," inquired Quinn with a sense of sympathy and insight. He floated over to the smoky gray curtains that draped in front of my window and peeked out. "Police should be here any minute now, we should get