Justine drove speedily down the desert road, her thumb and index finger lay on her gun that she had put in the passenger's seat. The cold metal she felt of the gun contrasted the smoldering heat inside the car and the fierce heat of the summer weather.
The rest of her fingers lay on the freshly torn notebook paper that was underneath the gun: on it the suicide note she had just written. Tears were rapidly falling down both of her cheeks and flooding her eyes, repeatedly blurring her vision before falling down her face.
Finally, she parked her car, being at least twenty miles from civilization. She had stopped and parked at what she knew was an old abandoned gas station. It was a painted white brick building. It's paint was chipped and cracked and the building was covered in the surrounding desert sand. The building's business sign had almost fallen off the building, one side touching the ground the other still attached to the building. The place, Justine noted would not surprise her if she were told it was housing wild local desert reptiles and insects like scorpions. It's old door was wide open and the windows of the building broken into: a tumbleweed sat inside the entrance of the building's door.
Inside the gas station's garage to her right, very near where she had parked she could see there was a dusty blue semi-truck with flame markings. It was filled inside with newspapers and junk from what she could see through it's dusty windows.
The semi was out of place, something new that she had not seen here in her years of knowing the 'secret' place since childhood. She wondered when it had been placed here and by who and who would abandon such a nice semi. The last she had been to this abandoned gas station had been almost a year ago.
Taking a deep breath and turning her head away from the unfamiliar semi she looked forward, her view the desert wilderness. Justine's hands shook as she took them off the steering wheel. Her right hand reached and grabbed the gun. Her finger laid on the trigger as she raised it and pressed it to her temple.
No..not there she thought. She pointed the gun next to her heart.
To be symbolic.
A bit of anxiety grew in her as her finger got ready to pull the trigger. A deep breath...
"No! Stop!" A loud voice boomed.